I spent my last morning on the Curlew Walking Holiday really making the most of my incredible accommodation. As much as I would have loved to sleep in I didn’t. But I did relax my way through the morning, with some granola, apple juice and coffee. I wrote in the guest book and soaked up the atmosphere of the tent and the campsite.
This trip has really given me something special.
As I woke up on the third day, I lay there and didn’t dare to move. I was so concerned about how much I had ached the night before and how much I could ache today.
As I swung my legs over the edge of the camp bed I braced myself for the inevitable twinge…
When I rolled out of my cocoon on day two I was fully expecting to be the biggest ball of ache known to mankind.
But all was good!!
(sometimes I forget that I cycle or walk 6 miles a day, 5 days a week, I am healthier than I think I am)
I decided on an early start so I could take my time and dawdle to my hearts content. I had had a fairly early night in the grand scheme of things so had plenty of sleep. The camp bed is such a cozy thing it was hard to get out.
I shuffled out of the campsite at 7:30 with just my backpack on my back.
Leaving the tent and my things behind.
It was such an odd feeling just up and walking out – I felt like I had forgotten to do something.
But magic was about to happen….
My tent was magically going to transport itself 14 miles down the coast!
I just had to walk it – and not get lost doing so.
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