Me and my rucksack as the sun comes over the mountain
Last night was quite mild, around 10 degrees centigrade. Nevertheless, this was chilly enough to make me realise that there is a flaw in my plan to use a duvet rather than an arctic sleeping bag. Every time I rolled over I was rewarded with a nice blast of cold air coming in under the duvet. It wasn't much of an issue last night but as the temperature could fall to -20, that's 30 degrees colder than last night, it could well become one.
I have kind of figured out how I am going to make the roof and where the door will be, the big problem is that I don't necessarily have the skills to build it. I foresee a lot of trial, error and swearing over the next month or two. Although the problem with that is that the hunting season starts soon so it might be that I have to take an enforced break from woodland living for fear of being taken out by Elma Fudd.
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2 comments:
Just stumbled across your blog, and thought it was interesting...good luck in your travels, and don't get shot. Wabbit Season should not turn into People Season.
Hope you're surviving the winter weather on the mountainside and not tucked up in a warm chalet! ;-)
I enjoyed your blog when you were in Oxfordshire. I thought of you when I went by Lewknor on the Oxford Tube the other day.
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