Sunday, July 26

Wild Camping. Really WILD.

You find me in tired and emotional state.

Well more tired really, having recently returned home after a night's camping with many differences from my normal sort of venture.

Firstly - Mrs JH came along, which meant pressing into use an old Lichfield 2 man tent that I'd wildcamped with back in the late 1980s. Just the once. Two man. Too large. Too heavy. Nuff said.

Let's ignore its construction (pathetic), its colour (blue), and the apology for an extension that would have difficulty giving shelter to a gnat on a diet.

Secondly - Method of Travel.
Not a long walk in for this trip, as we each motorcycled to a pub/handy field on the Somerset\Wiltshire border.

Thirdly - Gear
A chance to root around in the attic and press back into use bike panniers mostly used for a pre kids motorcycle tour in the South of France (A one week trip, financed on a credit card overdraft to the tune of £70 outgoings & covering, if memory serves, around 1,800 miles)
The rest of the sleeping, cooking etc kit was easily requisitioned from the mountain of backpacking kit, before being carefully stuffed into large bin liners, and then into said panniers.

(No change from old times there then)

Total weight?
Who cares. Let the bike worry about that.
As long as the front wheel remains on the tarmac.
Well mostly.

Next - camp location? Flat field, well grassed but squelchy underfoot. Which after a few hours meant mud everywhere. But pub sited 90 seconds from the tent. Or 5-10 minutes if the post pub zig-zag route was chosen instead.

Water source?
Cold water tap in the pub toilets.

Latrine?
See above.

Catering?
See above.

Entertainment?
Disdaining my usual source (MP3 Player) on this trip I turned to conversation (human; mostly) & a live rock band playing from Quite Early to Very Very Late.

The occasion was an invite to a local bike club social event. A chance to meet faces old and new (And blow me why are so many of them in the old category nowadays! Where are those pimply faced youths tasting the guilty pleasures associated with a biker lifestyle. Who will replace us old buggers as we start to shuffle off The Scene/The Planet)

A decent evening. Good natured & varied company, albeit a little full-on for certain parts of polite society, but hey that's all part of the gig. As HST said, 'Buy the ticket, Take the ride'
Good honest truth, even if presented over bluntly for some at times.

A reminder of people & pasts. And in one case a most careful and tactful discussion sliding deep into in-depth counselling, as inadvertent words triggered, for one individual, all too painful memories of an indescribable loss, and a personally shattering & utterly natural human reaction. But a life now rebuilding after a period of loss both mental & physical, but with a world view irrevocably tainted.

Early hours of Sunday. A return to the tent. Head-down oh-sleepy-me time.

The burbling noise from the pub in the background. Inevitable late night chatter from some nearby tents.

It is a Very Small Field.

It is a Too Small Field.

2 a.m. Two loud conversations from separate corners of the field.
1. Margaret Thatcher, pros and cons. A discussion involving right wing leaning supporters & individuals from the mining areas of Wales.
You can imaging how that one tumbled along. Spirited was putting it mildly.

2. Relationship resolution after a couple of pints too many.
Made Debate #1 sound quite appealing. Debate #2 finally terminated by the sound of a loud slap, courtesy of the female party, & a caution for the male party concerning current public behaviour.

3.30 a.m. Woke in a sweat. Feeling nauseous. Definitely not alcohol related (I'm an experienced paced imbiber at such soirees)
That uncertain period of lying still, hoping it would pass. Then the rush in the dark for discarded clothes. A rapid exit from an unfamiliar tent tumbling out into the muddy pasture and night dampness to transfer stomach contents (Exhibit A) to a handily placed hedgerow (Exhibit B). Repeatedly.
Recycling at its simplest.

Currently listening to - Loud group discussion at field bottom, all (happily) blissfully unaware of my discomfort.

5.00 a.m. Still bloody talking. Bastards.

9 a.m. Bleary eyed, rising all too swiftly from the depths of wandering sleep. Coming up too fast, a diver with a bad case of the bends. Eyes pop open wide.
Sod it. Get up & go home time.

How could such a well natured & easy tempered social occasion turn into the unbalanced bedlam of the post pub close down?

A Wild Camp indeed.

Trip Report Tip.
Considered as we both rode homeward, under rain laden clouds, our bodies jaded from lack of sleep (and in my case lack of stomach contents)

For some people not (over) drinking alcohol is a lesson that continually seems to pass them by, despite the all too obvious personal impact it has on themselves and their acquaintances.

Not to say their future prospects of enjoying solid food, in certain cases.

And yes. I did enjoy it.

But next time I'm taking a bloody Taser as part of the kit.

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Birthday Competition - Results

Well done to all those who took part. Hopefully you found a few interesting tit bits during the treasure hunt.

So to the answers:
Q1. Why did I originally start backpacking?
The answer I had in mind when I set this poser was"
I started backpacking as an escape away from home/parents", but a few of you reminded me I'd also been influenced by Scouts, so that answer is equally as valid.

Q2. In Hincheslea Wood I saw something specific relating to destruction & rebirth - what was the object in question?
The burnt out remains of an Alpine Chalet, and its subsequent rebuild

Q3. What is the make & model of my tent?
Hilleberg Akto (Well - what else could it be!)


Tie-Breaker: How many page loads will I get on July 25th 2009?
Well this brought up some interesting ideas of this site's visitor activity - some of which could have made me feel most inadequate.

Page Loads on the day numbered a dismal (for some reason) 75, with the total for 2009 to the end of the day being 18,210.

Those nearest to the daily total (and the overall winner was suspiciously close!) got preference with YTD then coming into play.

The winners:
  • 1 Londonbackpacker
  • 2= keeniemeenie
  • 2= Mark Dunkerley
  • 4 Martin Rye
  • 5 Trevor D Gamble
  • 6 PhilT
By some amazing coincidence every entrant is a winner on this occasion.

Drop me an e-mail (TO: johnhee AT walkaboutintheuk.co.uk) with your address details, and a 1..2...3 preference of which prize you'd prefer. I'll allocate them using the above order, and come back to anyone if there's a clash, but hopefully it will all work out equitably.

Thanks to all and enjoy the freebies as they drop onto your doormat during the coming week or so.

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The Futures So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades?

PTC's recent coverage of the Innov_ex 2009 conference, threw up an interesting insight into one possible Future of Retail & Marketing.

Whether you agree, or not, it looks as if change in this area is already well underway, and inevitable as the on-line-always-connected-personal-service tractor continues to have its impact on our day to day lives, as it slowly trundles along the narrow country lane of consumer persuasiveness.

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Mobile Phone and no 999 call?

My July copy of the 'Mountain Rescue' magazine arrived earlier this week, courtesy of a MRT Basecamp subscription taken out at this year's NEC Outdoors Show.

Its always a thought provoking read. Mostly it deals in the technicalities concerning Mountain Rescue Teams, kit concerns, and their approach to situations which most of us pray we will never encounter. But along the way there are ideas (and some very tempting adverts) which can challenge the thinking Outdoor person.

In the latest issue Mark Lewis covers the way mobile networks deal with 999/112 calls. Or more precisely the way that they don't.

If your mobile can't get a network signal from your provider, then a 999 call is impossible.

Its an important feature that used to be available some years ago. Emergency calls from a mobile would try to Roam to other mobile network providers, to get a signal. The same way your UK SIM will Roam for a suitable provider/signal when using a mobile phone abroad.

However, in the UK, this facility for 999 calls was switched off due to the lack of CLI (Caller Line Identification) which meant hoax calls were untraceable.

Presently the only way around this is to use a non-UK simcard which will then search for alternative networks. (So one trick may be to keep a spare non UK SIM in the 1st-aid kit - something cheap, but with a lifetime credit - such as this offering for instance)


Mark reports that OFCOM intend to reinstate 999 Roaming for Vodafone, O2, T-Mobile, Orange & Three by the end of 2009 (More detail on the OFCOM site)


Only problem - the MRT can't call back. A concern as in many cases this is necessary to check details and co-ordinate rescue activity.


Yes you've guessed it. A 999 call from the phone, courtesy of Roaming, but no way back to it if the initial provider signal remains absent.

So a slight success in that the 999 call gets through. But then a brick wall.

OFCOM's minutes from April 2009 don't shed any light as to whether this omission is to be resolved, but do indicate that technical trials are taking some time and the function isn't likely to appear until early 2010.

As a non technical observer, surely some method to switch roaming on/off for a specific mobile telephone number could be quickly made available for a limited period (say 48 hours) following a MRT request, via their local Police contact, to central mobile phone providers?

After all there are many facilities open to the Police and other State Security groups that are pressed into use where mobile phones are concerned. For instance tracing a mobile phone's location via the cell network.

If these complex functional requirements are readily accessible to the Right People Asking, then surely a simple idea, with proper controls, isn't that difficult to achieve?

Now surely it can't be that simple? Or perhaps it is.

Meanwhile the MRT continue to push for 2-way communication.

It may be "good to talk", but for some its bloody essential at times.

Meanwhile - check out the MRT's MRMap site.

"The MRMap software gives Mountain Rescue Search Managers,Team Leaders and Control Room staff the ability to better manage their team bygiving continous GPS positioning, sent over the team radio and shown onto a computerscreen back at base (or even a laptop in a team vehicle!)"

Another simple idea, that might easily save a life one day.

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Saturday, July 25

Birthday Competition

Today may be this site's third birthday, but there is still time to enter the free competition here.

As I've not exactly been overwhelmed with the number of entries, I'd say the chance of a prize are looking pretty good at present.

Entries close at midnight tonight.

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Friday, July 24

Wakey Wakey. Extreme Unsleeping



Well it made me laugh.

So much effort. So much to hope for.

Yet despite it meeting the design purpose, to awaken, it seems the poor guy still can't get out of the bed.

Well not without chance of a serious injury.

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Running fast. Standing still.

A combination of work, home and the usual day to day life drudge means that any time spent in front of this damned mono visual blinking radiation emitting time wasting device (aka Internet PC) are few and far between at present.

I've managed to keep up with my regular blog/forum reads each day, although any interaction in those places has also been similarly limited by time & energy.

Regrettably my fine record of monthly wildcamps that started so well (and so early this year), has turned to a pile of mush in response to circumstance. Many of these beyond my direct control, but all requiring the mature & supportive responses that I like to think is part of what make me Who I Am.

But today, at the end of yet another endlessly milling week I've uncovered a few hours of my own. Time to sit back & spend some solitary moments on my own whims. Something that during the last few weeks I've felt increasingly driven to saviour during the pell-mell rush that seems to be my waking existence.

Now is that time, more than ever, when I feel drawn to find that special renewal of spirit that comes with a few night's wildcamping in some lonely and desolate wild location. Far from my fellow human, but so close to the true reality of existence. Water. Shelter. Food. Nature. Bliss.

But for the moment my dismally puny recharge comes as I think back to some of those high ridge wildcamps. Places where I sat savouring the blending of Time, Space & Solitude.

The quiet gap that follows the end of a long day's trek.

The wildcamp pitch. Refuelling the body's needs.

And then an opportunity to fill the gap before sleep by busily doing nothing in particular but become one with the surroundings. True - only a transitory visitor. But one open to the measure and pleasure of the temporary resting place.

Meanwhile there are the trip reports from fellow Outdoor Bloggers as they discuss their recent sorties out in the Great Outdoors (You lucky sods!)

All this helps keep me on the right side of sanity. Although those who have met me know that such a description is always applied a little warily when citing my general demeanour.

So for now I teeter (titter?) along life's own high ridge. Balancing The Present alongside The Past. Awaiting The Future where control of my own moments & movements can one again be retaken in a more selfish manner.

So what if this summer is yet again turning out to be damp and changeable?

The weather is warm. The grass is full grown. Tree crowns are dark and leaf laden.

Get out there if you are able. Saviour these moments.

To store up pleasant memories for colder days ahead.

And I don't mean the Winter.

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Saturday, July 18

Birthday Competition

There's still one week left to enter this site's birthday competition here

There's a variety of goodies to choose from.

Go on - who can resist when the magic word FREE is involved.

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Sunday, July 12

BBC Wild Camping

Did you catch Sunday's BBC 1 Countryfile piece on How to Wildcamp?

I smelt trouble brewing as I tried to work out as to just why they chose their apparently featureless wildcamp pitch.

But as we all know from our own trips there is always rescue and a friendly farmer's dry barn not too far away.

Ahem

Looks like the hordes will be staying away from this pastime for a little while longer.
;-)

Now where can I get that all important training from, so I can go out there and try it for myself?

(This is the third rewrite of this - the other two really did rip the piss out of this!)

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Thursday, July 9

Scottish Ramblers - One idea can change the world

Not quite the phrase I was originally fumbling for. But the words, reportedly the personal motto of Hasan Ozbekhan, seemed far more relevant for today's drooling from a darkening box room desk.

Fancy starting a revolution? (yep - the Internet has a DIY Guide even for this)

Its a personal fancy of mine to wildcamp at remote locations, far from those infamous maddening crowds. In fact far from everyone else really.

Its an idea that seems to be slowly catching on as first Blogpackinglight caught onto the idea, and now Bearded Git has spotted the appeal.

The true joy of such a simple concept is that it is one so easily achieved, but highly selective of those that wish to embrace it. For the true Advocate needs the Urge, some Self Reliance, Motivation from within, and the Will to follow their own path.

Oh, and a map and compass help.

But not this way...



That lone voice in the crowd, the true personification of individuality, their very action contradicting their statement with that immortal line "I'm Not".

Every time I watch this clip I find myself cheering that solitary voice, as if the scene was written as my own private joke. An arrogant viewpoint, as I've discovered many of you on the wildcamping scene seem to have a similar reaction to the lone voice, and how it can be expressed.

Every idea has a start. That moment when a single thought becomes a spoken word. Communication that is in tune with zeitgeist either through some enforcing action (We're off to war - come join us) or on a gentler level a pervasive understanding of an need, not previously understood, which calls to be fulfilled.

Sometimes, Gandhi like, the Idea will Change The World. More often ideas become assuaged, maimed & distorted by fashion, culture, society or merely the passing of time.

Which brings me to the the Ramblers proposal to close their regional offices, a predictably emotive idea already reported in some detail by Chris Townsend and Cameron McNeish.

We find Cameron, in his latest post, in an understandably angry mood. But one already reflecting on some of the underlying issues. Scotland, proud of establishing a devolved country as a working alternative to a centrally imposed government. Ramblers, a national organisation that appears to have lost contact with a substantial part of its grass root membership. One that has been highly supportive of the organisation's ideals and campaigns over many years.

My own small idea is a personal one, that some readers may find appealing for their own trips.

Outdoor personalities such as Chris & Cameron have a much bigger idea to consider. One with the potential to rip apart a national organisation. Perhaps even moving towards separate and independent regional groups, with their own aims, funding & membership.

Interesting times ahead.

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Wednesday, July 8

The Competition - Enter Here

I've thought long and hard about setting some suitably fiendish questions in celebration of this site's third birthday.

Much of it wasted activity to be honest, as even I couldn't answer some of the original ideas that my warped persona came up with.

So back to basics it is then. But slightly challenging as the prizes warrant a little effort. After all - can't make it too easy can we? I have a reputation to uphold.

Hmm. Anyway - the questions all have answers somewhere on this site, except the Tie-Breaker.

To enter - merely leave your answers in the COMMENTS ON THIS POST ONLY between now (8/7/09) and midnight on July 25th 2009.

Q1. Why did I originally start backpacking?

Q2. In Hincheslea Wood I saw something rise from the ashes - what was the object in question?

Q3. What is the make & model of my tent?

Tie-Breaker: How many page loads will I get on July 25th 2009?
(Hint: I've had around 16.5k so far this year)

Prizes, as if you need reminding, are:

Rules

  • 1 entry per person
  • In the event all 3 answers are correct the Tie Breaker will be used to determine the order of Winner 1, 2 etc
  • If less than 3 answers are correct, and prizes remain, the Tie Breaker will be used to determine the order of the remaining Winners
  • Winner 1 will be offered their pick of the goody bag; Winner 2 next choice etc etc
  • In the event prizes remain, or are not claimed by the end of July I may offer them up on a first come, first served basis.
  • My decision is autocratic, despotic, unilateral. And final.

Best of luck.

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Wednesday, July 1

..And the prizes on the conveyor belt are...

Competition prizes will include:

So if that's whetted your appetite, keep watching for details on how to enter.

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