Wild Camp Daydreaming

So, having got trail walking off my chest I start day dreaming about wild camping. Is there anything better in this life!

Lac de Baston, Pyrenees

A wildcamp lets you connect with the landscape around you in the most amazing way. I’ve sat in my tent high in the Pyrenees just watching the clouds, listening to marmots and simply watching the water flow by. I’ve woken in the Cairngorms to watch herds of deer move slowly across the hill opposite while the early rays of the sun cast a gold and pink glow over the heather. And the nights. High in the hills, away from cities, the milky way reveals itself in amazing splendour. Who needs entertainment with skies like this? In a tarp you can feel the air as well. There is no better sleep than that induced by a wild camp.

On a walk I may well have picked out my site well in advance. On the map it looks flat and perfect, but will it be? Walk hard and long and are often rewarded with stunning locations, perhaps perched on the side of a high and secluded loch. Or maybe things aren’t so definite. Maybe your not sure about the terrain or the distance you want to travel. The first time I came down into the Spanish Rio Ara from the French side of the Pyrenees I simply wasn’t expecting such a wonderful, lush and green high mountain landscape. I pushed on to far and too hard and, of course, the camp spots got less and less attractive. I should have gone with my instincts and made the camp the centre of the day. But on other occasions I’ve hit gold, cramming myself into wonderous spaces that can only take the footprint of one tent.

Loch Mhoicrean, North West Highlands

Discreet camp in South Shropshire

Above Grassmere in the English Lake District

And then there’s this thing about water. Water can be bloody noisy. It’s a good idea to camp a little bit away from the stream or the waterfall. But I never do! I can’t remember a night in Scotland when I’ve not been lulled to sleep by he sound of running water. And then there’s the unexpected. Once in the Knoydart I had made for the shore of Loch Quioch which I’ve seen described as the best wild camp site in the UK. But just before it I cam across a small, higher lochan with a lovely sandy beach. As I pitched the tent I noticed footprints down the the water. Deer? As night fell, and as I lay in my tent, I was treated the sound of a stag deer walking right past the tent, positioning himself just a few feet away before letting our a cry to his charges, one that echoed perfectly around a min cirque. I’d spotted a great wild camp spot. The dear had found the perfect natural amplifier.

I know that wild camping in the UK can be dodgy, especially in England and Wales, but be discreet and you’ll be alright. I’ve woken early in the Shropshire Hills to walk to the high ground and be met by an early riser Park Warden, smiley and chatty and quite happy with a sensible camper spending the night in the wild.

You can also make your luck in the hills. As I pitch I always survey the land. What lies to the East and to the West? Sunset and sunrise of course. Some of the best photographs have been taken by just opening the tent near dawn, focussing and shooting!

Lacs des Oulettes, High Pyrenees

Pembrokeshire Coastal Path

Evening on the Findorn

Wild camping is one of the special things about the Challenge. If you’re on your first crossing then I hope you have plenty of wild camps worked out. If not then improvise. Use that wild camp spot that’s a few miles short of that campsite of hostel. You can always make up the distance, but the night will be so much better.

In my daydreams I’m already there, breathing the cool crisp air of morning, drinking that coffee brewed on the gas canister or eating a wonderful evening meal cuddled up in a snug sleeping bag.

Magic!