This is one of a series of wild camp microadventures I’ll be posting this year as my contribution to Alastair Humphreys’ ‘Year of Microadventure’ challenge.
It was a last minute thing for the last day of the month.
A back-garden microadventure wild camp in my new Polish army lavvu tippi thing, with the boy (13) and dog (2). The boy greeted the idea with enthusiasm, the dog didn’t look so keen, the weather looked threatening.
By 6pm I had the lavvu set up in the garden.
By 9.30 the rain was pouring down and I started thinking about cancelling the whole thing.
The boy said no. The boy said he’d go and sleep in the tent on his own if he had to.
The boy was right and of course I quickly backed down, what else could I do?
Just before 10:30, boy, dog and dad climbed into the lavvu and made nice and comfy. I finished off some JD while the boy read his book, the dog made a half-hearted attempt at escaping back into the warmth.
We woke at 7:30 with that usual excited ‘we slept outside!’ feeling, I love that feeling, I bet you do as well.
(Yes, I know the lavvu looks like it’s about to collapse, if you’ve ever slept in a tent with a teenager and a dog you’ll understand why).
We yawned and stretched and made our way back into the house.
From the kitchen came the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon and eggs, a feast fit for heroes after a night camping out in the wet fenland winter.