Hi I'm quite new here but I'd like to share an experience I had whilst bivvying in Cornwall recently.
I had a pleasant few days or so moving around the South West Coast path sleeping at times on cliff tops, the beach or at times discreet places in small villages. After my sojurn of destination-less wandering I decided it was time to head back home, so I made my way to Truro bus station to catch a bus back to London. I arrived at the bus station in the evening, only to be told there will not be another bus until the crack of dawn the next day. I can't remember if it was because it was a Sunday or bank holiday but I found myself in the middle of Truro in the evening having to wait for a bus the next day. So what to do? I had been sleeping in nature for the last few days completely gratis and was bummed to find I would now have to check into an pricey hotel just to wait for a bus. I had noticed on my walk down to the station a small patch of shrubbery/wooded area on the side of the bypass, so I decided to go and check it out to see if it was suitable for a free night's sleep. Indeed it was. I had to cross the busy road to reach it which was a bit tricky as there was no dedicated access to this small wooded plantation. It was on the side of the road backed up against a very high wall with no pedestrian or bicycle access so it was very isolated and proved to be a great spot to sleep without disturbance.
I went back into town confident of being able to snatch a free night's sleep in the city of Truro. I dumped my pack on a bench in the square, sat down and pulled out a sandwich for dinner. By this time I was ready to go home. I badly needed a shower, my clothes were dirty, hair was a mess, and I was looking forward putting the kettle on. Not too long after I was approached by a rather scruffy looking elderly couple carrying plastic bags. They asked me if I was ok and said that they "had not seen my around here before". A bit puzzled I replied I was "fine, thank you". They then went on to tell me where I could get a hot meal for 50p just round the corner. I thanked them for their consideration once again. Upon leaving they asked me if I would go over to the garage across the road to buy some alcohol for them as they had been banned from most of the places in the area. I politely declined their request and then they moved off.
Quite clearly with my backpack on the bench looking scruffy had attracted the attention of the homeless community. This combined with the prospect of sleeping rough in Truro for the night gave me my first experience of what it must be like to be homeless. I have never been homeless or ever wanted to be, but having the bivy gave me this experience. If I did not have the bivy there would have been no rough night in Truro, and instead of being sat down in the town square maybe I would have been looking for a hotel and missed the interesting encounter with the homeless.
I love the freedom of the bivvy and being able to sleep in the open nature. But more than this it has freed me from the norms of society of having to pay pricey hotels and b&b's just because you are in the city. Call me a squatter but the bivvy has done that to me!
I had a pleasant few days or so moving around the South West Coast path sleeping at times on cliff tops, the beach or at times discreet places in small villages. After my sojurn of destination-less wandering I decided it was time to head back home, so I made my way to Truro bus station to catch a bus back to London. I arrived at the bus station in the evening, only to be told there will not be another bus until the crack of dawn the next day. I can't remember if it was because it was a Sunday or bank holiday but I found myself in the middle of Truro in the evening having to wait for a bus the next day. So what to do? I had been sleeping in nature for the last few days completely gratis and was bummed to find I would now have to check into an pricey hotel just to wait for a bus. I had noticed on my walk down to the station a small patch of shrubbery/wooded area on the side of the bypass, so I decided to go and check it out to see if it was suitable for a free night's sleep. Indeed it was. I had to cross the busy road to reach it which was a bit tricky as there was no dedicated access to this small wooded plantation. It was on the side of the road backed up against a very high wall with no pedestrian or bicycle access so it was very isolated and proved to be a great spot to sleep without disturbance.
I went back into town confident of being able to snatch a free night's sleep in the city of Truro. I dumped my pack on a bench in the square, sat down and pulled out a sandwich for dinner. By this time I was ready to go home. I badly needed a shower, my clothes were dirty, hair was a mess, and I was looking forward putting the kettle on. Not too long after I was approached by a rather scruffy looking elderly couple carrying plastic bags. They asked me if I was ok and said that they "had not seen my around here before". A bit puzzled I replied I was "fine, thank you". They then went on to tell me where I could get a hot meal for 50p just round the corner. I thanked them for their consideration once again. Upon leaving they asked me if I would go over to the garage across the road to buy some alcohol for them as they had been banned from most of the places in the area. I politely declined their request and then they moved off.
Quite clearly with my backpack on the bench looking scruffy had attracted the attention of the homeless community. This combined with the prospect of sleeping rough in Truro for the night gave me my first experience of what it must be like to be homeless. I have never been homeless or ever wanted to be, but having the bivy gave me this experience. If I did not have the bivy there would have been no rough night in Truro, and instead of being sat down in the town square maybe I would have been looking for a hotel and missed the interesting encounter with the homeless.
I love the freedom of the bivvy and being able to sleep in the open nature. But more than this it has freed me from the norms of society of having to pay pricey hotels and b&b's just because you are in the city. Call me a squatter but the bivvy has done that to me!