A few pics of my three nighter in lovely bit of woodland in Suffolk.
I was able to bring along a few extra creature comforts, as the woodland was only a kilometer or so from the car, a camp bed can be a blessing these days.
The Barley was waist high and golden, and the weather was mostly glorious, the only real rain was for a couple of hours on sunday evening. Long walks around the fields and lanes, and catching up on some of my reading, was really all I did.
All in all a very pleasant and relaxing weekend.
Home for the weekend.
A quickly knocked up side table. (Lashings aren't my strongpoint.)
Camp kitchen, using some old paviours I had found dumped in a nearby lane on a previous visit.
Leave no trace.
To paraphrase Sting, "To Walk Near Fields of Gold".
I was able to bring along a few extra creature comforts, as the woodland was only a kilometer or so from the car, a camp bed can be a blessing these days.
The Barley was waist high and golden, and the weather was mostly glorious, the only real rain was for a couple of hours on sunday evening. Long walks around the fields and lanes, and catching up on some of my reading, was really all I did.
All in all a very pleasant and relaxing weekend.
Home for the weekend.
A quickly knocked up side table. (Lashings aren't my strongpoint.)
Camp kitchen, using some old paviours I had found dumped in a nearby lane on a previous visit.
Leave no trace.
To paraphrase Sting, "To Walk Near Fields of Gold".