La Montagne des Vignes

Last night was the first night that it has been warm and dry. When its cold the tent tends to get v soggy from dew and/or condensation even without the help of rain. With Alain leaving earlier than expected, and a run of cold nights, I have been struggling to stay warm in a summer sleeping bag and have resorted to wearing pretty much everything I can lay my hands on (other than spare underwear).
Tonight I am camping rough as I could not find a campsite with space. The tent is pitched by a little stream and near a picnic table but its not quite as discrete as I would like so keeping my fingers crossed no one turfs me off. A couple of nights ago I tucked myself into the Belgian beech forest in a lovely little clearing. I was noticed by a deer in the middle of the night but I think otherwise went unnoticed.
One of the pleasures of camping is listening to the sounds of nature, the river or stream flowing by, the dawn chorus (are they singing to warm up I keep wondering). A couple of nights there have been deer barking (its a bit eerie) and this morning there was a woodpecker already at work.Read more