Happy New Year!
Posted: Wed 04 Jan, 2017 2:05 am
Sorry to be a bit slow with the old annual wishing of good fortune for the coming year.
In the sales I bought myself a big rucksack. A lightweight two man tent. And a sleeping bag. And a military roll mat. And a wind up radio and lamp. And I fucked off for a couple of days on my own and camped out away from the rest of you horrible humans. This is quite tricky in England because England is stupid and wild camping is illegal so I camped in a small copse of trees and behind a wall. Both near pubs where I ate food and drank beer before wandering back to my cosy canvas haven.
And to tell you you the truth it was brilliant. Well besides the weird noises in the middle of the night and waking up and having to get out of a nice snuggly sleeping bag into a freezing Yorkshire wind to go for a crap. Bitter wind on the arse cheeks is quite bracing and then you have to dig into the frozen ground with a trowel to hide it like a cat.
I'll take my camera next time, take a picture of me burying my own poo.
To be honest I forgot to pack the damn thing. Along with the seperate bit of groundsheet that goes in the porch of the tent so I couldn't keep my pack or boots properly dry. I'll remember that next time.
Anyway Happy New Year you fuckers.
It better be better than the last one or we're all doomed.
In the sales I bought myself a big rucksack. A lightweight two man tent. And a sleeping bag. And a military roll mat. And a wind up radio and lamp. And I fucked off for a couple of days on my own and camped out away from the rest of you horrible humans. This is quite tricky in England because England is stupid and wild camping is illegal so I camped in a small copse of trees and behind a wall. Both near pubs where I ate food and drank beer before wandering back to my cosy canvas haven.
And to tell you you the truth it was brilliant. Well besides the weird noises in the middle of the night and waking up and having to get out of a nice snuggly sleeping bag into a freezing Yorkshire wind to go for a crap. Bitter wind on the arse cheeks is quite bracing and then you have to dig into the frozen ground with a trowel to hide it like a cat.
I'll take my camera next time, take a picture of me burying my own poo.
To be honest I forgot to pack the damn thing. Along with the seperate bit of groundsheet that goes in the porch of the tent so I couldn't keep my pack or boots properly dry. I'll remember that next time.
Anyway Happy New Year you fuckers.
It better be better than the last one or we're all doomed.