left the hammock and took a bivi bag in the end. i wish i'd taken a roll mat for underneath, it was 1 degree when i woke up at 5 am, the fire had burnt down and the wind shifted to get into the tarp.
i was reminded of the 12th century archdeacon, gerald of wales. he wrote of the welsh, "they all go to bed together. they keep on the same clothes which they have worn all day, a thin cloak and a tunic, which is all they have to keep the cold out. a fire is kept burning all night at their feet, just as it has all day... when their underneath side begins to ache through the hardness of the bed and their uppermost side is frozen stiff with the cold, they get up and sit by the fire, which soon warms them up and soothes away their aches and pains. then they go back to bed again, turning over on their other side if they feel like it, so that a different part is frozen and another side bruised by the hard bed."
plus ca change. id left my honey stove handy with some sticks, a bit of warm ember from the fire and cocoa in no time, then the choice of which side to lie back down on.
wouldn't change it, it was great to be under the stars.