Think of it this way…..
Most people in the UK, for 365 days a year, sleep in a house under roof in total comfort cosseted from the outside world.
To sleep outside, to see the stars, clouds, moon. To experience the sun going down and coming up, to feel the cold, to be acutely aware of the weather is something very good indeed.
To wake up instinctively because you heard an an animal nearby or because the clear sky and stars you fell asleep under is now dropping water onto your face.
I ride my bike on my time it’s my escape from work and the everyday. I can clear my head, relax, see places buy most importantly I enjoy it. To extend this to biving takes the escape, experience and enjoyment a step further.
To sleep out on some remote Welsh hillside is confirmation that I can cope without my laptop and mobile and that I can stick everything I need on my bike and have a comfortable night in places a lot of people wouldn’t / couldn’t cope with. There’s a bit of primeval engineering still in us all and it’s good to realise and pander to this every once in a while.
In reality I have more things than I need, (although I am a bit of a gear freak / still a man after all) but I am also more stressed. My life is overworked and time poor.
The alarm company on our offices have my mobile so they can ring me 24/7 and I can’t ever switch it off. I have lots and yet I have less.
So as my time is precious and more elusive one of the best ways of liberating myself from this despotism is to go beyond its reach.
This is the attraction of a bivvy bag, to get to the end of a ride, to have nothing to do apart from boil some water, eat some hot food, crawl into a bivvy bag, drink some whisky and sleep.
You can take a tent but it’s only half the joy; if comfort was my primary reason I’d stay in a hotel.
So yes I ‘bivi’ 🙂