Hi, As a newbie here (a lurker for the past few weeks if the truth be told) I thought I might introduce myself with my experiences of the last 48 hours. At 47 yrs old, asthmatic and office-bound five days a week, I of course decided to head for the Pentland Hills near to my home in Scotland, to prove to myself I am not past it. Don't worry, I read everything I could on the subject, from bushcraft and navigation to first aid and bunny-butchering (which my wife says I am not allowed to do - the only thing she would be happy with me snaring, cooking and eating is a wild Pot Noodle.) I bought all the kit I thought I would need, and then a LOT more.
Rucksack Karrimor Panther 65L
Walking boots (Karrimor Cheviot KSB)
Swiss Army Knife
Swiss Army Tool
Tent (LightWave T1 Trek)
Sleeping mat
Sleeping bag (Argos-warmest I could find)
Firesteels (Scout and Army models)
Cotton wool balls (told you I had been lurking here!)
Aluminium cooking set
Plastic Bags
Plastic Poncho
Fleece
Coat
Woolly Jumper
Thick quilted shirt
Socks-Thick and woolly (a bit like me)
Compasses 2 Silva Ranger 15TDCL and Silva type4
Map (OS Explorer of Pentland Hills)
Binoculars - Cheap pocket version
Digital Camera - Had this already
Ray Mears Essential Bushcraft Book
Books on navigation and survival (too many to count)
Small axe / hammer / entrenching tool combined (total waste of money)
Hex stove and 1 pack tablets
Pot Noodles and various cup a soups, pasta dehydrated gunge etc.,
20L Water carrier
LED head torch
Life Raft and flares (only kidding)
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And so kitted out, I headed off. My first mistake was to not get the rucksack properly adjusted. As a result, as I write this, my back is killing me. Next mistake was to overestimate my abilities and fitness. Once upon a time, I would have lugged that stuff up a mountain with my teeth, but those days are long gone I'm afraid, but I don't remember getting older, and so I set off at a pace beyond my ability. I got to the top of the first hill and had to rest (for 'rest',read collapse on the ground, wheezing and spluttering) for a while. Then, due to the weight in the pack, couldn't get it back on properly, or stand up. This delay meant a little more 'rest' and I carried on, consulting my map and compass every few minutes (good excuse for a breather). Oh, did I mention it was raining? This was unusual rain, it came down sideways. I couldn't breathe properly, and was sweating cobs because the plastic poncho is not breathable and made it feel like I was walking uphill in a frogman's suit. Then a downhill bit.....
After three hours of walking (ha! walking!) , I reached a fairly flat bit of ground, near some trees, near a small spring which feeds a stream with lead to a reservoir (I read somewhere this would be OK for drinking). The rain had gone off, and I thought right, this will do and proceeded to set up tent. Did I mention I had never set up a tent in my life before?. Actually it went up OK and fairly quickly, so I was feeling quite proud of myself.
Unpacked everything, and made myself a cup a soup on the hex stove. Read some of the Ray Mears book (especially interesting was the part on how to pace yourself - a bit late thanks mate!).
Slept - was too warm in sleeping bag and had to open it up to cool down.
In the morning, 5:00 am or there abouts, I woke up, had a coffee and decided to build a campfire.
Well I had already tried out the firesteel at home, and was getting quite good at setting fire to cotton wool, dandelion seed heads, tissue papers and cigarette papers, so how hard could it be up here?
Went into the trees to collect kindling and firewood. With all the rain, everything was pretty soggy, but managed to collect what I thought was enough.
Tried to start fire in force ten gale (well maybe not force 10, but it felt like it). Everything blew out, blew away and I was getting nowhere fast. Eventually managed, after erecting makeshift wind shelter from sticks and plastic bags and skinning my knuckle on the stones I laid the base on. Yeah, had a campfire. Nothing could stop me now. I had survived a night on the hills, slept warm and now had FIRE!. Decided to celebrate with dehydrated pasta stuff as breakfast. Trudged to spring, filled (well not quite 20L - too heavy) water carrier. Went back to 'camp' and put water on fire to boil. Took my eye of it for a second, bowl tipped over and put fire out. Back to square one. "Think of this as a learning experience" I told myself as I repeated the wood collection and knuckle skinning.
At last, boiling water! - Put in pasta stir as per instructions, waited five minutes and voila! - Pasta with lots of black burnt woody smoky bits in it. MMmmm!!!!. I ate it anyway.
Later on tried the hex stove, found it difficult to actually achieve a 'boil' so warm coffee would have to do.
Then the rain came back, and the thunder, and the lightning. They brought their friend the hail. Hailstones? - This is mid July for pete's sake.
I watched double lightning flashes hitting the hills in the distance and watched the dark clouds (waaay over there..) and marvelled at the majesty and power of nature. But then, what's this? Oh, it's moving this way. Mmm.
Sat in tent. Storm passed. Passed directly over my tent to be precise. Decided that the storm was perhaps natures method of natural selection and that newbies on their own who don't know any more than they have read in some books and on some websites are not the most likely candidates for 'survival of the fittest'.
Rain stopped. But dark clouds gathering again.
Discretion being the better part of valour, figured the sensible thing would be to try to head back before dark. Took three quarters of an hour to wrestle sleeping back back into it's stuff sack. How did they get all that in there in the first place?. Packed away all my stuff, Put all rubbish in plastic bag to take with me (leave no trace right?) buried embers and soggy remains of fire.
Packed tent and loaded up rucksack again. Still too heavy / badly adjusted - I couldn't understand it - I had eaten pasta and cup a soup, why wasn't it any lighter?
Rain started again. To cut a long story short (if you've read this far, congratulations) repeated the stop-start-stop journey back home, poncho on, in the rain, not breathing, aching, tired, sore. Took a little longer going back because I took Ray's advice and paced myself.
Home at 10:30 pm. Shower. Bed. Tent drying and bootwaxing can wait till tomorrow........ZZZZzzzzzzz.
This has not put me off. Rather it has shown me what I did wrong. (I hear voices from amongst the more experienced of you saying "everything"). For my next trip I know now that:
1: Get rucksack adjusted so it's more comfortable to carry.
2: Think about lightening load.
3: Remember I am not as young as I think I am.
4: Practise fire-lighting some more.
5: Read up on cooking outdoors. (Without the black bits).
6: Read more on navigation, although to be fair to myself, I didn't get lost, knew where I was all the time and that included all the 'declination' stuff.
7: Throw away stupid axe / combo tool. (First hit, the head flew off and nearly brained me).
8: Get more Hex blocks.
9: Be prepared, expect some rain to come sideways at you.
10: Lots, lots more (hoping some of you will chip in with advice here).
Well, thats about it, thank you for staying with me, (those who did) and any advice, or help for my next trip will be very much appreciated.
Regards,