{"id":3311,"date":"2015-03-06T17:10:25","date_gmt":"2015-03-06T17:10:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinblack.com\/?p=3311"},"modified":"2015-03-07T18:49:15","modified_gmt":"2015-03-07T18:49:15","slug":"a-late-february-wild-camp-in-the-garden-microadventure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/2015\/03\/a-late-february-wild-camp-in-the-garden-microadventure\/","title":{"rendered":"A late February ‘wild camp in the garden’ microadventure"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is one of a series of wild camp microadventures<\/a>\u00a0I’ll be posting this year\u00a0as my\u00a0contribution to\u00a0Alastair Humphreys’ ‘Year of Microadventure’ challenge.<\/p>\n

It was a last minute thing for the last day of the month.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A back-garden microadventure wild camp in\u00a0my new Polish army lavvu tippi thing, with the boy (13) and dog (2). \u00a0The boy greeted the idea with enthusiasm, the dog didn’t look so keen, the weather looked threatening.<\/p>\n

By 6pm I had the lavvu set up in the garden.<\/p>\n

\"The
Smithy dog and I in the afternoon lavvu<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

<\/p>\n

By 9.30 the rain was pouring\u00a0down and I started thinking about\u00a0cancelling the whole thing.<\/p>\n

The boy said no. \u00a0The boy said he’d go and sleep in the tent on his own if he had to.<\/p>\n

The boy was right and of course I quickly backed down, what else could I do?<\/p>\n

Just before 10:30, boy, dog and dad climbed into the lavvu and made nice and comfy. \u00a0I finished off some JD while the boy read his book, the dog made a half-hearted attempt at escaping back into the warmth.<\/p>\n

\"Evening
The boy and I in the night-time\u00a0\u00a0lavvu<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We woke at 7:30 with that usual excited ‘we slept outside!’ feeling, I love that feeling, I bet you do as well.<\/p>\n

\"The
The morning lavvu<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

(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).<\/p>\n

We yawned and stretched and made our way back into the house.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is one of a series of wild camp microadventures\u00a0I’ll be posting this year\u00a0as my\u00a0contribution to\u00a0Alastair Humphreys’ ‘Year of Microadventure’…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[124,11],"tags":[123,40],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3311"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3311"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3311\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3396,"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3311\/revisions\/3396"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3311"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3311"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinblack.com\/oldsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3311"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}