For some reason throughout lockdown I’ve had to fight an urge to go as far away as possible, to a big mountain type space, put up a tent, get inside, zip it up and lie there until morning.
I don’t even have a tent.
But if I got a tent and all the bits, and did some research on where to camp (I don’t mean a campsite, I mean middle of nowhere) would I be completely mad to do this?
Since duke of Edinburgh days at school I’ve had a sort of low level longing to “bivouac” as it’s seems such a simple, “earthy” thing to do. As I child I liked to find a shelter from the rain and make myself as cosy as I could with my jacket and watch/listen to the wild weather while staying dry in my little corner of a tree or something,
It feels romantic and natural and yes I’m aware I am coming across as barking mad now.
Is it safe for a lone female to camp out?
Does any one else do this?
I feel it will be a therapeutic escape for me. Of course it might also be awful and I won’t sleep a wink but I can look forward to a nice hot bath once home.