A constant drip-drip from the trees above. The wind pushing the flysheet against the already damp inner, exacerbated by the fact I'd pitched on a slight slope. Condensation dripping from the roof of the tent through the mesh of the inner and onto my sleeping bag. A curious rustling noise that sounded like an animal … Continue reading The Unglamourous Side to Backpacking (The Wessex Ridgeway Part 1)
