Sleeping out with no tent, no bivvy bag on the winter solstice, that was the plan.
We had discovered a place, a place that hundreds of people will walk within a few metres of every week, yet few know of.
A #microadventure to a Secret Place.
We had packed our stuff much earlier in the day, as we had a dinner date that night at Grandma and Grandpa's. After our supper we walked home. It was windy though not too cold. I was hopeful we might get a good nights sleep.
Once home, we loaded up our bikes, said good night to the girls, and headed out again into the darkness. It was a bit too early for bed, so we stopped for a drink on our way.
After a couple of drinks, it was time to head up the hill and find our accomodation. Instead of our usual approach from above, I thought it might be easier with loaded bikes to head in from below. I said earlier this was a secret place. It's location from below in the darkness for a little while, was proving to be just that.
Eventually we found the entrance, and it didn't take long to get our sleeping stuff out and get into our sleeping bags. We drank the flask of tea my wife had packed.
The roof over our heads.
Tea drunk, we bedded down for the night.
We were soon asleep, and it wasn't until around 7:30 that we woke.
Tom was up first, and made us some coffee.
Next it was time for breakfast. There are many things I would choose to have for breakfast, but Tom had decided we would have Spaghetti Bolognese!
Breakfast eaten, yes I'm now a convert to Spag Bol as a good start to the day, we packed our stuff and headed out in the first light of the day.
Tom loved our #microadventure, though he says I better bring some milk for his coffee next time.