From further away this was the pig that stood fiercely still and snorted. Snorting remains a mystery.
Walking to the #LewesTweetup last night after dark across the downland by the second best route from Brighton will not be included in my personal archive of great ideas. Anyone could have pointed out the lack of wisdom in the notion, even me had I stopped to think about it. I’m not the fellow I intended to become when I was the lad that regularly night hiked. I’ve still got the basic scoutcraft and have picked up plenty of other advantages along the way, notably powerful lightweight head torches, gps and the like. Despite these perks of modernity, the basic game plan has been lost.
Oh dear. Lost seems a very serious word but incredibly I did manage to get lost in Stanmer woods last night. Getting lost there can hardly be described as an emergency but it did highlight the likely navigation problems ahead, in the ever so slightly more complicated woods on the other side of Sussex University. Head bowed, I bailed out and caught a bus to Lewes instead, where I found much good cheer in the Pelham Arms and the intelligentsia of Lewes.
Dejected this morning. Seeking solace with an axe, a pile of logs and an idea for a wood shed. Surely this can’t be a bad idea too?