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Published: June 16th 2006
Back in England and I've bought a tent - albeit a tiny one. It fits one (thin) man and weighs 1.5kg. Carrying a sleeping bag too. This means that I have fitted panniers to my bike, which I hate, but is a necessary evil. Hostels were proving too expensive and unreliable. Camping gives me the freedom to carry on cycling until dusk and stop where I want. On Wednesday night I camped wild for the first time. Well, it was kind of wild, on the boundary of a cricket pitch in Market Bosworth, Leicestershire. I always imagine camping as a liberating experience. The sun shines and you feel at one with nature. In fact it gets pretty chilly at night and the ground is rock hard. Not as cold as camping in the Alps though!
I had a small break after completing Wales last weekend. Was back on the road on Tuesday and since then have made it up the highest points in Warwickshire, Northants, Leicestershire and Rutland. More low ones to come in Huntingdonshire, Suffolk, Norfolk and Lincolnshire, before the bigger stuff in the Peak District, Lakes and then at last... Scotland.
Really the hard work hasn't even begun. I've scaled 38 out of 86 peaks and covered 1,700 miles - but I'll have to do that all over again in Scotland alone, which will be in full midge biting season.
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Roger Muir
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Another quotation!!
This one is from T S Eliot and I found it in Country Walking magazine:- "Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go".