The great outdoors eh?

Well hello......i made it back from wales ( still not wanting to use a big w ) in one piece. Yay....

It was good, we had a lot of fun. There was one minor niggle on arrival, and that was finding out that we were stealth camping......this worried me a little. Not nearly as much as the car to campsite distance bothered me....damn you Bryn. Not because i dislike walking, i'm fine with that. Its was the logistics of carrying all our gear whilst having to deal with, what can only be described as my coordination and balance issues. I have neither. So trying to navigate damp, slimy rocks, whilst wearing a pair of trainers that Reebok forgot to put tread on was not exciting. Well, it was, but for the wrong reasons....like death and limb breakage.

After that minor nigglefest all was spectacular. The place, let me tell you, is stunning. A valley, with meandering stream and hilltop castle ruin. Sand dunes, sea air.....and unfeasble amounts off poo. Not a problem though...its all part of the experience. So camp was set up, tents in a circle and so on, and the bbq's were fired up. We sat, chatted ate charred burgers and giggled. It was great. But then......a minor problem. Our astounding lack off burnable matter. The girls had prior collected some good kindling and this had been used well, but now it was dark and we were running out of fire. So, in a manly manner....the men went for wood. We had visions of huge felled trees, branches as thick as your leg.......we returned with sticks. Sticks that would envy a pencil for its girth. I know, your in awe of our manliness aren't you?

Anyway, we burned all the rubbish and when that was nothing more than ashes we contemplated burning Bryn. But decided that would be wrong, so we went on a more effective twig hunting mission. This time beer fuelled, fun i can assure you. This provided sufficient fuel for the night, so Bryn was spared. As the night went on the numbers dropped. But in the midst of number dropping an amazing thing happened. The 'Tent of Wisdom' was born. We don't know how. The tent was a joyful source of fun for us. Its male side providing us with good answers and interuptions and its female side giggling randomly and putting us right if we verbally faultered. This went on for a little while, and we liked it. In the time that all of this was going on me and fellow camper, Dave had decided that to minimise weight to be moved in the morning, we should drink all of the beer. Thats a wise move you might think.......well, remember i told you about that castle? Me and my driking buddy went. We toiled, we sweated like animals, we panted due to the sheer agle of the hill..........

.....we got to the top

.....looked over the crest of the hill

.......we were astounded by what we saw

two walls......TWO BLOODY WALLS!!! It looked epic from our initial vatage point. It wasnt. So we went back to camp. And got lost in the mist. Then the tent of wisdom shouted!! And we noticed we had overshot camp by at least 400 yards. Depressed at our non time team like exploration we drank some more, and then went to bed.

and then we did today. But i'll go into that tomorrow.

Anyway, thats enough for now.

More soon, fingers bored now.