I bought a cheap lightweight tent and sleeping bag so that I could go camping by bike, last night I headed out on my own to spend the night terrified and alone in a field. I left a bit late, about 20:15, I’ll go earlier next time.
The Gower Peninsular is full to the brim with great spots to camp, I bungeed the tent and sleeping bag to my Fairdale Weekender and half filled my BIGxTOP Daysack with essentials such as my Swiss Army Knife, binoculars, GPS, pop and crisps.
The sun was going down pretty fast but I remained calm.
I locked up my bike at Ambition is Pitiful‘s grans house and headed out over the fields in search of a suitable spot to pitch up my tent.
I really struggled to find somewhere, I couldn’t find a flat area and the sun was going down faster than the speed of light.
Someone else had clearly been here recently but it was literally feet from the path so despite the awesome view I decided against it because I was on my own and didn’t want to be murdered.
From the spot above I looked back and could see a flat looking field so I headed back and managed to find a way through all the brambles and hoped over the fence. I set up the tent by head torch light, it definitely took longer than the ten minutes stated on the instructions!
I climbed in, took off my shoes and wondered what I was supposed to do with myself now.
I stared at my ice cold can of pop for ages, I knew that if I drank it I would need a pee and if I needed a pee I would need to leave the tent which would almost certainly result in an immediate mauling by a ferocious badger. In the end I couldn’t stop thinking about it and had to get it down my neck.
I checked the sunrise time on my Garmin Etrex 20 and set my phone alarm so that I wouldn’t miss it.
As expected the more I thought about needing a pee the more I needed a pee and had to take my life into my own hands and ventured out, I was shitting myself, pun intended.
This slug was climbing up the inside of the outersheet of the tent, it was having a great time kissing it’s own ass. There was also a fly that walked sideways like a crab, a bird of prey over head, countless moths divebombing the tent and either a wolf or a mouse scratching at my groundsheet.
I managed a good 10 seconds sleep through the night, at 5am I decided it was time to get up, I unzipped, popped my head out and was greeted with glorious cloud and not much else.
It was a pretty cool spot, it would’ve been better if I hadn’t spent all night with a rock sticking in my spine and the constant wait for a farmers shotgun to be stuck in my mouth.
I set up near to some bushes and stuff, for ‘protection’.
You can see the sea off in the distance.
I packed up and was happy that I’d left minimal traces of my sleepless night of terror.
I walked up and down the field trying to find my way back over the fence and onto the path.
Eventually I found it, as you can see the whole area was really overgrown!
I was back on the path by 5:30 and enjoying the sound of the waves and birds.
I put trousers and long sleeves on for the first time in weeks to aid my brambling (it’s like rambling but through brambles).
Some animal (or alien ship) had spent the night here and left a lovely little poop in the middle when it left.
The grass was over head hight!
Ahhhhhh, back to civilisation, I wasn’t killed!
I hopped back on the bike and made my way through the quiet streets. Look how small the bike looks! Weeeeeird.
So there we go, solo wild camping by bike on The Gower, DONE.