This week’s #adventureprompts piece is all about an adventure that didn’t go as according to plan… Which for me, is going to describe my first proper “adventure” as an adult. I thought I’d written about this before but cannot find it on these pages.
June 2018. I had a week booked off work and a personal allowance to walk The Ridgeway National Trail in only five of those days.
…Long story short: I came home, injured, on the morning of day two. With a lot of emotion and feeling going on, I didn’t want to waste my remaining week of freedom and ‘failure’ before returning to work.
I decided to go camping for a few days and, for a change, I’d head south in to Somerset and Brook Farm Campsite near Long Sutton.
I enjoy camping. But sleeping is something I struggle with, both at home and away. Under a tent, I’m often finding that physical discomfort is a concern for me and I’ll often wake up in some pain or struggle to relax in to a position from which I can drift off.
Very recently, I purchased an inflatable camping mat and I’d like to share my initial thoughts.
Thursday 27th – Sunday 30th July 2017
Port Eliot sits in the north-eastern corner of Cornwall; near to Saltash and within the village of St. Germans. At the end of July each year, a festival is held on the estate.
Sometime in 2016, I was invited to attend this with a friend and, having enjoyed my time at Green Man in the Brecon Beacons (August 2014), I said ‘yes’ without doing any further research on what or where Port Eliot may be.