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.
