After a couple of years where getting out (lightweight) camping has, barring a bothy trip on Skye and a few days in Normandy last summer, not happened, I am really enjoying sitting on the north downs after spending the night out!
Had no plans last night, thought screw it let's make the most of the short nights, chucked some kit into a bag, nearly didn't go, procrastinated, thought screw it again and pedalled off. Not far, only to a chippie far enough away to make coming home a pain! Ate my chips watching the last of the light go and then took refuge in a pub for a bit.
Found a quiet spot to sleep at the edge of some woods, bedded down, kept waking up too hot and eventually dragged myself out of bed for a very leisurely pack up and a terrible cup of instant coffee.
Currently waiting for the cafe in reigate to open, enjoying the view down to the south downs and typing this on my phone. The only signs of human activity are the planes taking off from Gatwick and (spoiling it a little) the hum of the M25.
I largely blame/thank this place for reminding me why it's good to get out overnight and now I'm off for tea and probably bacon