Sunday, 29 May 2011
The 2011 Challenge, Prologue: getting to the start (12)
Now the Singing Sands is a truly beautiful, secluded beach; and I had it all to myself. I performed my solemn ritual of walking to the water's edge and dipping a walking pole into the waves to mark my formal departure from the East Coast, and then I sat a while and enjoyed being on the beach by myself. I took a few clothes off and ventured into the sea - which was cold, but enjoyable.
After a while, it began to rain a little, and I thought I ought to find a place to pitch my tent. Heading North along the beach I came to a little stream, and following it up beyond the tide line I found a beautiful spot with a broad flat sward, which had obviously been used as a camp site by others before me as there was a ring of stones marking out a fire place with a plentiful supply of firewood alongside. The two sheep which had been grazing when I arrived ambled off to eat elsewhere, and I pitched my tent in the rain.
After supper (cooked at the fireplace, during a brief lull in the rain) I tried to see whether I could get a fire going; but the wood was all wet and it soon became apparent that I should have little success. So I retired to my tent for the night.