I have always been a fan of
camping. I might not necessarily be a
fan of the weather, but the freedom of the great outdoors is truly liberating.
Camping
I have never got as far as
wild camping, other than the occasional overnight kip in a car because
somethings not worked out as expected: I am very keen on the porcelain rather
than the latrine or hedgerow for toilet purposes.
There is a condition that is surely a scourge of the walker, athlete and people in general, and one that seems to molests many people in middle age - plantar fasciitis.
Feet
In my opinion, it may be a lot more widespread than usually acknowledged - I suspect its something that's not so widely known about.
Initially, the arrangement was Mrs Roaming commandeering the car for the day. Not an issue, as I had decided that it might be an opportunity to chill, listen to bad music and go for a long walk about the vale. The location she was heading for was ‘Bristolish’. However, an idea occurred to me that it might be a good location for a roam. On further investigation, it revealed that the Bristol postcode was firmly within the Mendips. This was an area that I had always admired, but as yet, not explored.
I had the notion of going along for the journey, and having a good day’s roam, a wander, a hike and to generally investigate the area. Also in my mind was the possibility of a good pub lunch, and maybe a beer or two, and a beautiful spring day.
To the Mendips
Thus, early on a Saturday morning (quite early for me and far too early for her) we set off.
Traffic was light, but our planning was bad. We had to stop for petrol: thankfully time was still on our side. A map was consulted near the destination, public toilets were visited, and we arrived in good time.
