Dartmoor: A wild camp on Hameldown
|Sunset on Hameldown Beacon Rocks|
I'm sure I've mentioned before that my urge to go wild camping has waned. The lure of a comfortable bed back at my home on the edge of the moor is a far greater pull and, quite frankly, it doesn't take much of a reason for me to bail on a night under canvas.
Since my long distance adventure on the Bibbulmun Track, back in 2013, I've come to realise that I need a goal to reach, a journey where a wild camp is a means to attain the objective and not the goal itself. Across 52 days on the Bibb, I developed a routine, one I embraced. That routine cannot be replicated on a solitary night in the hills, I am regularly left disappointed.
Have I lost my wild camping mojo? I can hardly expect to rekindle affection for something I tolerated more than loved, but still, a part of me does feel that I should make an attempt to see if, at the very least, that tolerance could be restored.
This evening I was setting out with a bunch who love a wild camp, perhaps their enthusiasm might rub off!
|Steep lane up to Hameldown from Widecombe|
|Wooder Goyle Rocks|
|Camp on Hameldown|
|Sunset on Hameldown|
Eventually, the warm rays on my back forced me up and about. Once risen, I'm not one to hang about, a habit of the Bibb kicking in, and I was soon packed and ready to go. A small matter of waiting for the rest to eat breakfast and break camp.
At the very least it did convince me to give it another go soon as I imagine that at some point in the future I will embark on another long distance trail, even if it be a week rather than a couple of months, and I should really see it as valuable practice.