The more I walk through the city, the more I want out. We’ve been spending more time in the countryside. A needed break after 6 months of solid work: Busy day job, book finishing, writing and recording 2 meditation releases as well as solo work. Feels fantastic. Break needed. Which lead to a camping weekend. Wood gathering, fire building, lentils and hotdogs. (not in the same meal) Put it this way, my guts have been cleared. Mead and merriment. Lots of cooking, ceremony and community.
We were introduced to a blissful little spot by a river that will be a great swimming and picnic place next summer. It was so good to be in the company of genuinely like-minded folk. Oooh quick flashback rewind to spent years on the outskirts of what I thought were real friendships at the time. Moving on. I’ve said many times before. Being a hermit in a cabin is a carrot dangled I’d happily consume.
So as Ange and I bitch fitted and bickered setting up our tent and camp. There was a lesson somewhere about teamwork we still need to learn! The lighting the storm kettle many rows. Especially at 06.30am, I’m sure were heard by more then the owls and 6 cockerels that decided to “doodle doo” for, lets be honest. Dawn until dusk. But a very nice man, Gordon with his hammock tent taught us some good survival and fire lighting tips.
We were kept company by resident Alsatian, Max. A lovely dog. He guarded our tent. He also enjoyed his sausages and fuss.
Our brand new blow up double airbed disfigured itself on the first night. It went band, but didn’t deflate. It turned into a blow up slide as had popped up in the middle. On its return to Argos, we exchanged it for a slow cooker and hand blender for our winter cooking. I’ll be going for army surplus camping beds next. Ange and I have agreed that the kingside memory foam mattress experience at home cannot be replicated roughing it. This wonderful place in Sherwood Forest (Archway House) is pitch black at night, apart from the moon and stars. The oak forest and land is magical and beautiful, we drank well water and so much tea. The fresh air was purifying. Re a night time ‘waz’ fest. After temporarily losing our ‘she wee.’ Sore from lots of bending and gathering, I still am but pain it’s apparently good for you, when getting oneself into shape. We’d given up trying to crouch by the tent in the dark to wee. Arse mooning back at the moon. I just sat on the floor in the end. Upon showering the next morn. I picked off quite a few leaves from my behind. If anything fell out of my orifices. I’m pleased I didn’t see it and scream!
We went for a long walk the first morning in the woods. Dense thickets, spiders, webs! Oh the webs! We found it great couples therapy, tea flask and talking and exploring, collecting fallen kindling.
Losing oneself in nature is really rediscovering oneself. I had got myself into a ‘back of my mind’ state that a tick would latch on to my bare legs and Lyme disease would follow. Spiders would jump from trees with web parachutes. I managed to law of attract the spider part later. As sitting at my desk in my office yesterday. I moved my workbag, under it, right next to my foot. I discovered a stunned huge 8 legged beastie. A ‘flid’ and people panic evacuation from immediate area later. I was saved my brave colleagues who collected it and set it free out of the window. I can only imagine the possibility of it has actually crawled in my bag on the wards and I’ve been transporting it about. We have more travels booked elsewhere soon. My regime of turmeric capsules. Then my swamp like ‘down it on one’ drink comprising of aloe vera juice, chia seeds, wheat germ, wheatgrass is kicking in. It’s completely vile. But does make me feel good.
I’m at that time in my life now where I enjoy feeling good. I need to really look after myself now. When I do see the addicts of substance whose downward spiral is saddening. It makes me feel glad I stopped. I had a life lesson shown me yesterday. I got on my usual early bus to work. I’ve started using big can headphones so I really don’t have to hear people on my travels. The early bus contains the night shift workers. The smell of over ripe bananas, McDonalds, fags and body odour is gag worthy. I overheard one of the passengers showing off in front of his pals taking the piss out of me about my headphones. (thinking I couldn’t hear) I chose to ignore. If it happens again though, I’ll go sit next to the show off twat! I thought, yet again I’m a target. I want to blend in and not be seen in public. A bit miffed I continued my day. Upon my return home. I noticed a man in front of me at the bus stop. He turned towards me. He had a face full of purple growths and deformity. I didn’t stare. I could see people in the street, quickly glance then look away in horror. I took a lesson from that. I will continue to wear my headphones.
I’ve now joined ‘Good Reads’ and am determined to read all of the books I own and new ones. I have more time available during the dark nights of autumn and winter. I have begun work on a fictional book too. No pressure this time. It will flow when it comes. I’m readying for our next adventure…..
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