Wednesday, 6 June 2018
June wild camp on Kinder
In and amongst stuff to do with my transplant journey and prep for France, there's the small matter of my trying to get a wild camp in every month of the year. I'm not at all sure I'll manage a wild camp in France, but I'll try. But in case I don't Islay and I dashed up to a favourite hideway on the lower slopes of Kinder last night. Nowt much else to say except that Islay recognised it as the location of her very first wild camp a little over two years back. She's grown a lot. Then she sat barking at me as I made camp. Last night she sat contentedly...and watched. She's a treasure.