February wild camp: A lesson learnt...
Whenever I'm travelling on the train to and from my place of work in London, I often find myself gazing out across the countryside near home and contemplating where my next adventure could be. For a while now my gaze has been drawn to one particular place. A small woodland atop a hill overlooking a valley of fields and forest. I kept staring at this place each and every time I went by on the train. I wondered what it may be like and whether I might be able to camp there. I know the area relatively well, it’s like a hidden gem within the Kentish countryside. I spent much of my youth on my mountain bike exploring the trails and was confident that the chosen spot was within hiking distance. Needless to say I looked up a route on my ordnance survey map and begun to formulate a plan. Hiking is a fairly new concept to me. Much of my 'wildcamping' is done within a mile or so of my car. I guess that's why I prefer to ‘bimble’, take my time and enjoy the surroundings. The pl...