Well turns out the lack of food, hot drinks, warm clothing, or anything that would be useful for a night in a tent in April, makes a good night sleep a pipe dream, if I could dream.
On the bright side, it is so nice to be woken up by the dawn chorus. The view when I finally forced myself up made it nearly worth it.
Definitely needed a comb, as throughout the night, the condensation was dripping on my head, so I was not presentable, and in fact I probably scared people on my bus journey home.
On that note, I am kinda sold on the whole bus idea, I will see how much they charge me, as I tapped on tapped off. The route goes past Ashurst, so my two fav campsites on one route.
Yet again, seemed like such a good idea when I was at home, so packed up a bag and hopped on a train. To save weight I brought no warm clothes, food or water.
Wasn’t sure on where I’d go, but turns out the train to Brockenhurst leaves a few minutes earlier than the Ashurst one. Plus, last time I was in Brockenhurst, I had a horrible cold night and ended up having to get an uber home.
The walk to the campsite always feels like it’s twice as long as it should be, but it was a pleasant day.
Got to site and did the whole booking thing, then went to pitch up. Found a nice enough spot in the glaring sun, that quickly heated the tent to about 30°.
Actually I think I made a cuppa before I properly pegged the tent out; I was parched. Wandered about as usual and took some piccies and the occasional vid.
As I was lazing in the tent, it occurred to me how cold it was now the sun had gone. This was a continuing trend as it went into evening. I made a herbal tea and wrapped myself in my sleeping bag, anticipating the following 12 hours to be thoroughly unpleasant.
I should just start with a list of what I didn’t bring this time. So this time I didn’t bring enough food. A decent power bank, or any idea how windy it was gonna be.
Admittedly, the last thing isn’t a thing as such, but might have prepared me for trying to get the tent up. As I am car camping, I very optimistically brought chair and table, although I now realise that they will blow away as soon as I am not sitting on one and resting my feet on the other.
It’s nearly 1800 and I’ve eaten my two meals and my biccies, and already starting to get hungry. I thought I had an emergency pack of noodles, but this is apparently not the case, so I will fill this post with pics of the gorgeous countryside, whilst avoiding thinking about my tummy.
I mean there’s not much more to add, conversation-wise, but I’m definitely loving the peace and quiet here.
So after yet another collection of bungled decisions, I find myself in a campsite just outside of Stockbridge.
Original plan was to get a train to Winchester, meet a friend, get a bus to Stockbridge and walk to the campsite. When I double-checked the bus times, it turns out there are only two a day, one going in, one going out.
This meant that I had to contact my friend to tell them that I could no longer meet them, throw everything that I needed into a bag, forgetting a few essential items, of course, and then jump on the next train. The bus journey was terrifying, although well worth it when I arrived at Stockbridge. I have always loved the village and was very tempted to spend an hour browsing one of the local pubs.
Duckies
The walk to the campsite was up a hill that looked a lot easier on a map. There were so many bumblebees; I genuinely think it’s the most I’ve seen in my life. I will add a quick vid of them although I recognise it’s not a very good one.
Site is small and basic, but was worth the walk. Pitched up next to a picnic bench and made some more of the dehydrated chilli and rice. Now laying in the tent listening to the birds and the occasional car. Been a little rainy, but nothing too extreme.
First camp using the tempest rucksack. I can fit everything into a 30l rucksack, as long as I leave out the things I forgot.
All in all, I quite like this site from the hour or so I’ve been here, but I think I’d prefer a bigger tent and a car to get me here.
This is not going to be a very interesting post. It is, however, going to be a step-by-step guide on how I made a cup of tea this morning. Again, I did warn you it wasn’t going to be interesting.
First, you need to assemble, fill, and light the stove.
Then fill the pan with just enough water to fill your mug.
Lid on the pan to help it boil faster.
Now just to clarify, I have not been bleeding on my teabags. On my camp last week, I had brought with me normal teabags and decaffeinated teabags but realised that you cannot tell the difference between the two, so this week I have put red food colouring on the leaded and green food colouring on the unleaded.
While the water is boiling, I use some milk powder and water to make a small bottle of milk. This works slightly better than just putting the milk powder directly in the tea. 
The water is boiled, apply water to mug.
Apply milk to mug, grab biscuits, and enjoy. This concludes my TED talk.
So after my last camp, I very much enjoyed having a much lighter pack, so I decided to lighten things up a bit. I purchased some titanium cookware and smaller, lighter stoves, and a lighter rucksack.
Conversely, I also purchased a heavier tent, but it’s huge and has so many vents and openings that it’s a miracle of tent engineering. I will be adding the link to the kit used for this camp at the end of the post.
Just a cute tree
Got to site and found a pitch that would take advantage of the front opening of the new tent, currently named ‘The Villa’. Basically the vestibule has a door on each side, and the front can be unhooked and rolled up.
Outside looking in
This means you can lay in bed and look out at whatever the view has to offer.
Inside looking out
I have also purchased a dehydrator, so made chilli and rice yesterday which I dehydrated overnight. This was a test to see how easy it was to rehydrate and if it still tasted okay.
Dehydrated chilli and rice portionsTitanium pots and Trangia mini
Food was a triumph, even if I should’ve bought extra bowls to be able to rehydrate everything. Finished my dinner, did some washing up and then made myself a chocolate drink, then lay here watching the sun go down.
It’s getting slightly colder and I’m expecting it to rain in the morning, so it’ll be interesting to see how the tent holds up. It has been very windy and it was a pain in the arse to try and pitch the tent even with the slight wind.
Sunset from my bed
As is the norm, I will update this when I can’t sleep through the night, when it starts pissing with rain, or when the tent collapses.
So after noodles, a pint felt like a good idea, so I went to the nearby pub to grab a beer and maybe some more food.
After a bowl of chips and another into keep the first company, I returned tentward, for a potter about and to setup the new campfire.
Not exactly the roaring camping focal point the marketing suggested, however it was quite pleasant. Lazed for the afternoon and evening before settling in for the night.
2am and I’ve woken up, and cannot get back to sleep, so thought I would add this update and get a pic of the tent with the string lights on.
Two posts in 24 hours, aren’t you lucky ducks.
As I cannot find a way to embed this on here, I’ll include a link to my kit instead
So I realise that I normally start these things with an apology for having not posted for so long. This time, however, I haven’t been camping since my last post, so nothing really to talk about.
Today was mildly sunny and looked like there were no plans for rain so I decided to come back to Ashurst, and spend the night in a field. when I left the train station at Ashurst, I decided to investigate what looked like a small path in the corner of the car park. Turns out that there is a small path that cuts straight into the field by the campsite for the last number of years I have consistently walked around and down the road and over a style to get to the same field. now it turns out I can get there in seconds.
I decided to pitch up my tent somewhere different for a change so I am currently slap bang in the middle of a field. The rain didn’t start until I had taken the tent out of my bag but hasn’t been too bad since I got here.
I have been lucky enough to see some birbs, they were cute. 
I have cooked some noodles with new smaller trangia, and now just chilling with some Oreo biccies.
I will update you later with astounding news as it happens.
However, having nothing to say has never stopped me from saying things before now, so I feel now reason to change this.
Full English breakfast before going back to my room to chill before heading to train station. It was supposed to be a twenty minute walk, but even plodding along it seemed to be much quicker, so I sat for a while on the seafront. I don’t believe that the sea air makes me feel as good as woodland air; I may need to investigate further on this.
After a suitable amount of chill time, and a few photos of the sea and cliffs, which, incidentally, were glowing in the sunlight and the photos I took definitely did not do this justice, I went to the train station and headed home
I did warn you that this was not going to be that interesting, and I did not lie.
Well another fantastic idea, executed poorly. I found a campsite that is open 365, so in a huge burst of enthusiasm and lack of any kinds common sense, I am currently on a train to Weymouth. Weather does not look too bad, which is good because I do not think I have packed very wisely.
I am taking the tiny tent, and the minimal cooking set, so I may be relying on local restaurants for main meal tonight, although I we there is a dominos in town, so this may be an option.
Bus journey was nice and easy from train station to the campsite, although I wandered around looking lost for quite some time before finding the right bus. View was amazing and there were plenty of shops about, and once I had pitched and had a quick lay down, I went for pizza.
It was a cold night but I was pretty toasty in my sleeping bag, it was only a problem if I wanted to get out at any point. By and large it was a quiet night with nothing but the animals making any noise. When I got up the next morning I went for a walk to the beach, that actually turned out to be a puddle.
I had planned to stay at the campsite for two nights, but I was struggling with the fact that although I slept quite well in my sleeping bag, outside the bag it was bloody cold. With twenty minutes before I had to either depart or pay for another night , I decided to go to a Prem.
Booking was a bit of an issue, but was resolved and I was booked into Weymouth Prem. On my walk along Weymouth sea front I smelled the nicest fish and chips ever. When I had checked in, had a bath, and felt a little more human, I went off in search of fish.
The thing was huge and delicious. Took a slow walk back to hotel, full and tired. I had nothing to watch so had to accept the junk on freeview.
I went had dinner that was a perfectly cooked rump steak with onion rings. This basically filled me to capacity and I went and slept.
I will include some pics of the scenery and the swimming horses.
