So now the weather is getting better and the urge for another walk, I once again set off for the hills and forrests. I was about an hour into my walk when I discovered my water bottle had become detatched from the pack, probably when bundu bashing through the trees. When I stopped for lunch I had some home made granola bars, thirsty work eating the sweet little beauties, made by Mrs Hog, so I looked for a place to get some water and came across this little oasis of crystal clear ice cold liquid. Slurp...slurp, no holding back. Found a nice little spot to camp in, everything is covered in this spagnum moss and old mans beared, will be comming back soon for an overnighter. __________________
Good to see you getting out there and checking new sites out. One thing i love about camping in the mountains in the UK is you can just drink the water with no worries.
