With my baby girl being a few months old and sleeping through mosts nights now, I managed to slip away for a quick overnighter. That went so well that I was given another pass out by SWMBO and younger SWMBO.
The first night was my first upland winter wildcamp. Daniel and I know the area we chose well and walk in the evenings year round whatever the weather. Due to the snow we were prepared for a few scenarios from a pint of ale in a country pub to a night walk but hoped for a wildcamp.
After a walk in to the proposed camp spot we found a level area and began digging out the snow for the tent and building a wind break. It was windy and snowing but the work kept us warm.
The temperature was quite pleasant in the tent as we drank our rum and hot chocolate before bed. We were at around 450m with the temp probably hovering just below freezing outside the tent.
This was just before zipping up for the night:
The wind whipped against the tent until about 3.00am it stopped completely. From then until the morning grouse calls it was silent outside the tent.
Before sunrise:
Daniel melting snow for breakfast:
Getting brighter:
There were hare and grouse tracks near where we camped:
The camp spot:
Daniel and I all packed and ready to leave. The snow shovel on my back is the hardware store kind with the shaft cut down and served its purpose well:
On the way back to the car:
Looking back:
Sun rising:
Grouse in tree:
This hawthorn was covered in berries:
We both left with big grins on our faces from a good night out.
The first night was my first upland winter wildcamp. Daniel and I know the area we chose well and walk in the evenings year round whatever the weather. Due to the snow we were prepared for a few scenarios from a pint of ale in a country pub to a night walk but hoped for a wildcamp.
After a walk in to the proposed camp spot we found a level area and began digging out the snow for the tent and building a wind break. It was windy and snowing but the work kept us warm.
The temperature was quite pleasant in the tent as we drank our rum and hot chocolate before bed. We were at around 450m with the temp probably hovering just below freezing outside the tent.
This was just before zipping up for the night:
The wind whipped against the tent until about 3.00am it stopped completely. From then until the morning grouse calls it was silent outside the tent.
Before sunrise:
Daniel melting snow for breakfast:
Getting brighter:
There were hare and grouse tracks near where we camped:
The camp spot:
Daniel and I all packed and ready to leave. The snow shovel on my back is the hardware store kind with the shaft cut down and served its purpose well:
On the way back to the car:
Looking back:
Sun rising:
Grouse in tree:
This hawthorn was covered in berries:
We both left with big grins on our faces from a good night out.
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