Lots of people now posting their ‘Wild Camping’ adventures on Social Media as if it’s a new concept.
Well…the terminology might have changed.
In my day it was called camping..
Circa 1980 was at a loose end one Easter. A friend suggested we go camping in The Lake District.
Now…I lived a conservative life in Washington, Tyne & Wear. Furthest I’d been was Filey one summer holiday with my parents.
Anyway, bought the gear, no idea…Ultimate Peapod Tent, Berghaus rucksack, Trangia stove etc.
And we’re off…
Caught a bus from Washington to Newcastle.
Then a coach from Newcastle to Keswick Bus Station (now Booths)
Then the Mark 1 legs took over…
The initial formula of getting to The Lakes never changed…
I had many many adventures over the years.
I’d walk to a pre-planned camp site or more often, just walked until I was tired…put my tent up. Ate, drank, slept. Decamped then started walking again…
I walked all over The Lakes…and I mean all over…
If social media existed back in the 80’s and 90’s I’d be a <YouTube> <Instagram> sensation 😂
Legs are a bit weary now. Being late fifties ain’t no fun. Still aim to complete the Birketts though!
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