Monica takes it easy as she dries out

My first wild camp – Part 4: Job Done

Monica is in the garage, sprawling languidly over a selection of discarded furniture and old boxes, as she dries out from the trip. It was sods law that having been dry as a bone both nights up high, that she should be sopping wet on the morning I travel home. I lay in my sleeping … Continue reading My first wild camp – Part 4: Job Done