Two hours since returning home and I’m still sluicing sand out of places best not described in public – a gritty reminder of last nights beach bivvy.
After my not particularly successful adventure earlier in the week, it was back to basics last night: bivvy bag, beach, beers and a fire.
Dinner was taken care of courtesy of the local chippy, leaving us to carry just the essentials.
The long walk to the beach was backdropped by a beautiful sunset smouldering away behind us and we arrived just as the light was fading. A few Saturday beach goers were scattered along the shore but they soon disappeared along with the fading sun, leaving us with just the constant crashing of waves for company.
Bivvy spot chosen, we set about replacing day light with firelight, making the most of an abundance of driftwood scattered amongst the seaweed.
There’s something about a beach fire that makes it different from a fire in woodland, the exposed nature of the beach and the swirling wind combining to make a more vibrant and energetic burn.
Whether set in a forest or on a beach, all fires burn out eventually and we drifted off to the crackling embers, only to be awoken by a somewhat larger fire blazing away on the horizon. Nights are short at this time of year and Microadventures arent particularly conducive to a lazy Sunday lay in.
As tempting as it would have been to linger, the ever increasing light prompted action before we were joined by the morning dog walkers.
My new Koro stove got to earn it’s keep, getting a moka pot brew fired up before trudging back homeward.
So now, just over 12 hours later, I’m tired and looking somewhat dishevelled but feeling like I’ve made up for my birthday misadventures, a good end to the week!
The Angry Nomad 