Actually this wasn’t the first time that I have slept out in the open without a tent but actually there has always been a roof of some sorts. Even out in deepest darkest Venezuela on an Orinoco river trip, the hammocks we strung up were under the protection of a tarp.
Being without a roof is truly liberating and being slightly oiled from a barbecue we had held earlier in the day, felt like we were being much more adventurous than we actually were.
Mat and I rolled out our foam mattresses and slid into our sleeping bags before diving down into our army surplus bivvi bags and snuggling up in our cocoons. Well, this is how I did it, Mat tried the mat in bivvi method instead – I don’t recommend it! I also recommend checking the ground for slugs before you tread on them…
To avoid the phosphorescence from the sky, we tucked our heads closer to the ivy strewn wall. It was then the night came to life and tiny rustles of perhaps a mouse in the ivy filled our ears full of intrigue. Mat dozed off quickly but I stayed awake listening to the sounds of the night and reading a book on Extreme Sleeps; dreaming of even greater adventures!
I nodded off eventually, waking a few times in the night – yes, we were still outside – how thrilling!
As dawn nudged my eyelids open again I said to Mat that we could head back to proper bed for the last few hours. He asked why. Good point.
And so we dozed until my alarm called me out of this land of wild abandonment and back to reality.
As I wheeled my bicycle through the gate I said goodbye to my sleeping boyfriend at the bottom of the garden….