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5pm Friday afternoon and the train is crawling along the tracks painfully slow. Eight o'clock is my aim. Sundown. I need to get home, last minute check of my kit, walk 8 kilometres to where I think will be a good wild camping spot, explore the area to make sure I'll be thoroughly out of sight, pitch up, cook, eat, all before it gets too dark. And the train stops again. 6 pm I walk up our road with my wife who is trying to rub it in my face that she'll be getting fish and chips to enjoy alone. That’s OK I tell her, I have Wayfayrer adventure food which is surprisingly tasty. She really doesn't mind me doing this but she hasn't seen me all day so I don't mind the few minutes stroll to catch up on the day but when we part ways, the pace quickens and it's all about business. Places to go countryside to see! 7:15pm A white tail from a deer bounces into the distant tree line like a cotton wool bobbing on waves. I ask myself why I'm so bothered about finding my camera? Not that it would make a difference if I had it to hand. By the time I turn it on, focus and aim, the scared animal will have bolted to the safety of the shadows. Just enjoy the moment. 8pm The tent is just up in time and the water is on the boil ready for my adventure meal. Chilli con carne. I stand and look about as the lights dim around me. I think it's this time of day that I can see the clearest. Everything seems so much more in-focus, as if a misty film has been taken away from in front of your eyes. The meal is tasty but not enough but right now I wouldn't swap it for any fish and chips in the world. 8:45pm I've taken a walk in the dusk and have found a game keepers high chair perched against an oak tree. I take a climb, sit down and loose all sense of time. My ears are ringing from the silence. There is a distant rumble from what, I can't tell. It is so faint it's less of a distraction and more of a soothing lull. I can feel the stress and anxiety of the world outside these woods drip away like melted candle wax. After I don't know how long, I realise that I've started to fall asleep. I decide to turn in for the night. 9pm I will never take my bedroom for granted again. I've forgotten how difficult it is to get ready for bed in such a small confined space. My tent is barely bigger than a coffin which means wiggle space is at a premium. But it's cosy and warm. Perfect for a nice nights sleep. I turn my phone back on to text my wife before I shut my eyes: Night night, Sweet dreams I love you Xxx 9:30 Damn, I need a pee....

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Adventures Mag Summer 2018  

Summer Adventures to inspire you to get outside

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