I'm little bit tired actually

I spent the weekend up at the Outdoors Show in Birmingham, more on this at a later date, and there were no end of explorers, mountaineers and what not who push themselves to the very limits of endurance to achieve their goals. Whilst I might spend a lot of my time, seems like all of it, carrying about a massive rucksack I tend to do it in slightly less dangers situations than, for instance, someone attempting an ascent of the North Face of a Tiger, the most dangerous place I go is Waitrose. Not that this is not without danger, oh no no, I learnt some time ago to judge how much wider than I my rucksack is, I no longer come to an abrupt halt when walking through doors of a certain width. Some people must be really stupid as it is not uncommon for someone to walk straight past me into my rucksack and then tut at me. They tut, at me, in Waitrose! Now I know this isn't quiet falling into a crevasse, going snow blind, loosing your head to frostbite or whatever but it is pretty full on stuff I can tell you. The thing to do if you get tutted at by someone is not to laugh, far from defusing the situation it can lead to dirty looks no less. I’d rather wrestle a Polar Bear for my breakfast Penguin than get tutted at whilst choosing which brand of cornflakes to buy.

The thing that I have recently noticed is that I am really very tired, this woods living thing is a lot more physically demanding than I had anticipated. I don't think being daft enough to get out of my sleeping bag and sleep in the hail the other night helped much. Just now I had to spend about five minutes figuring out if the clocks were going forward or back next week and if that meant I would get to stay in bed longer, my brain aint working today. The bag feels heavier than ever and I am very weary. My head aches, everything aches, I have very little energy and er, it seems like I occasionally loose my chain of thought. Hmmm. Generally, for the first time since I started out I started to think it would be nice to go and live in a house or something for a few days. Not that I'm going to, I'm just being weak and it will pass. I think a cup of tea should do the trick.

A cup of tea did help as did some tomato soup and a little time has gone past and now it’s time to go home and it seems like a huge effort, nothing that I do is really that much effort, carrying a bag about, sleeping outside there is nothing too taxing there but it’s the cumulative effect that is hitting me now. The best way of describing it is by comparison with some form of endurance sport when you get to the point where you just want to stop, curl up and pretend you never wanted to do it anyway. This though is a bit slower paced than any sport I know of, it has taken 9 months to hit the pain barrier.

Note to self, start eating healthily again.


I'll write more tomorrow when I will have stopped being wet in the mean time here is a joke I found on the internet.


Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. "Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see." "I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes" replies Watson."And what do you deduce from that?" Watson ponders for a minute."Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?" Holmes is silent for a moment. "Watson, you idiot!" he says. "Someone has stolen our tent!"