Rain stopped play

The Winter Solstice microadventure did not happen. Rain, rain and more rain.  There are many things I would like Santa to bring, but hypothermia is not one of them. 


'Til next time then

Winter Solstice 2013

Next weekend, we will be heading to Leeds for a few days leading up to the Crhsitmas holiday. To celebrate the shortest day of the year, I plan to sleep out on Ilkey Moor for the night of the winter solstice.

I will not be "bar tat",

Breakfast

Got up and did some star-jumps and press-ups to warm up, then it’s time for a brew. Never being quick to come to my senses in the morningm I don’t notice that the stove is on a tilt and as the pan started to warm up, I knock it over. “That was fortunate” I say rather loudly, but what else can I say? The chance of the brew out of the window as I only have a few mouthfuls of water left in my bottle. The last of the meths has gone. There is only one choice now. Time to head home.

I eat some snack and stuff my gear into my bag. Ten minutes later I am returning to the car.

An hour later, I arrive at Two Bridges where some Royal Marine NCOs had setup shop. They are expecting a group in from the end of an exercise within the next hour or so.

By 0600, I am on my way home, arriving just as the family are getting up.

It’s time for breakfast and the rest of the whole weekend is ahead of us.

Did I enjoy my first microadventure?

Most definitely. Can't wait for the next.

Attack of the bleating sheep

I am lying there half awake. It is starting to get light and I can hear the bleating of a sheep. It is getting louder and louder and seems to be betting closer. I am in that blissful state of being half-awake; not wanting to move. Peeking out the top of my bivibag, I can see that  rain had died off a bit, but that there is still a light mizzle. Still no urge to get up, but that sheep is getting really loud and louder. I check my watch. It’s just after 4:30am.

Wide awake now and the sheep’s bleating is seriously loud. What on earth is going on?

I roll over and sit up, almost head butting the sheep that was sniffing the green slug-like creation it found lying on the floor. The sheep scarpers off into the distance and is quiet now, but I am side awake and there is no chance of getting back to sleep. It’s time to get up.

The Summer Solstice sunset over Dartmoor

Back from work, changed, children fed and to bed. Me heading north. 

Detour on the way and I am parked by just before eight. It’s time to head for the hills. 

I followed the path round the back of the post office, alongside a field of very inquisitive cows, then through the gate to the open moor. The wind was noticeably picking up and the sunshine from earlier had gone. Wall-to-wall, or should I say horizon-to-horizon white cloud so it might get damp later.

Up alongside the steam, just before nine, I saw a couple of tents camped up in a beautiful flat spot, but no sign of the occupants. They must either be out or having an early night.

I pressed on a little further, before stopping, quite hungry by now.

Getting set up took second, then it’s time for food. Lancashire hotpot boil in the bag. Not having used the beer can stove before, I fumbled around for a bit – it burns hot and runs out of fuel very quickly, but its simple and easy to use. It’s just a shame that the ground was not level, so I used some tent pegs to stabilise the pan.

It was getting very late be the time, I had made a post dinner coffee and was tucking into my After Eight, well, chocolate bar. At 10:30, it was still very, very bright; bright enough to see without a torch. Then the first big fat raindrops fell.

This was the first of many, so it was time for bed. I stuffed all my gear inside my rucksack which became my pillow, and jumped into the bivi bag and I was set for the night. Unfortunately, so was the weather.

I am sure you are thinking? Did he get to see the sunset on this longest day? 

The answer to that question is a resounding no.

Packed and ready to go

The forecast looked less than perfect and it looks like I will not see the sunset and might get quite wet.

I have just tried to cram my gear into the little blue KIMM rucksack I brought in 1996 for the mountain marathon. 

The last time, I used this rucksack for “an event” was for the 1998 Howgills KIMM event which was, to say the least, a little damp. I hope this microsadventure will be a little drier than I was then.

It must be lack of practice, but I could not cram my gear into the little sack, so big bertha is loaded up and ready to go after we put the children to bed tomorrow evening. Can’t wait.

Morning coffee

Some time ago, I sold the Trangia stove I bought in my youth and had done me well on lots of occasions. Likewise after returning from Australia, I sold my MSR Whisperlite and have used a small Coleman gas thing ever since. I had thought about taking that along for a brew and hot food; then I saw this.

Been busy with the penknife and a beer can and I am now the proud owner of an unfeasiblely lightweight stove