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.

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.
