- Solo camping – am I a big softie >
Contemplating solo camping, for the purpose of being on location to photograph sun-filled dawn landscapes or rain-sodden mud, but I’m suddenly thinking I’m not so confident about it – from the point of view of being a) hassled by The Authorities from a permission point of view, and b) being murdered in my sleeping bag by a crazed psychopath, or alternatively some lowlife wanting to nick my camera.
Reassurance appreciated. Teddy bears accepted.Posted 2 weeks agomolgripsSubscriber
Yes, you are a softie. If there ever was a time to mtfu, it’s now.
We’ve all been through it btw. As far as the authorities are concerned – just keep out of the way, and bear in mind that most farmers are busy farming, and not patrolling the far reaches of their land every day at 8pm looking for campers. Likewise lowlifes – they might bother you in a layby near the local MacDs but out in the hills far off road? No chance.Posted 2 weeks agowhitestoneMember
Problem A is solved by “arrive late, leave early” Or at least pitch/strike tent according to that principle which if you want to take shots of the sunrise is likely. If you are out of sight of houses and roads then it’s highly unlikely that you’ll be seen by anyone. There’s a possibility during lambing time when farmers are out and about during the night a lot more but even then if you don’t camp in a field full of lambing ewes you aren’t going to be seen.
Problem B: the countryside isn’t a target rich environment for axe wielding maniacs.
Yes, you are being soft. My wife isn’t bothered about solo camping in the countryside. Stop being a big girl’s blouse!Posted 2 weeks agoRusty SpannerSubscriber
It’s not the Serial Killer Mountaineering Club you need to worry about, it’s the werewolves.
Silver tentpegs, ok?
I was woken up near Crafnant by a dozen frozen member of a motorcycle club who wanted to know if I had any bacon, but that’s about it.
Green tents are good. Stay off the mushrooms and the MR James and you’ll be fine.Posted 2 weeks agomartymacSubscriber
Wild camped in a few places solo.
arrive late/leave early
choose a spot that is more than a few feet away from a footpath.
dont use an exposure six pack on full power as a torch.
You probably won’t see anyone.
ive only ever seen the very occasional dog walker.
one time i went I literally didn’t see or hear anyone at all.
its not exactly mtfu, but more, fatwa.
’very little to worry about’Posted 2 weeks agoCountZeroMember
To avoid any confrontation issues with landowners, it might be worth looking for small camping sites, with maybe some very basic amenities. I found one in South Devon which had a very small toilet block with two loos and hand basins, and a standpipe in a small section of hedge dividing it into two, cost £10/night, I stayed there fro nine nights, mostly entirely on my own, in October, and it was brilliant.Posted 2 weeks agoesselgruntfuttockMember
Love the idea of some bad guy thinking ‘I really fancy robbing someone so I’ll take a walk up this muddy rocky bridleway for a couple of miles in the dark.’
Ha! We did an overnighter to Camban bothy, my mate Steve insisted on keeping his bike inside ‘just in case’.Posted 2 weeks agopoolmanMember
The piece of grass in the closed zip is so you can see if it has been tampered with while you were away, apologies if not obvious….
Anyway, said ex copper, sorry of you are reading but i have to steal your story, pitched his tent in a well hidden location, went to the pub and clearly had a few beers, returned to his tent which was so well hidden he could not find it.
The other stealth camping story, i think it was on here, the guys who stealth camped on the only bit of smooth grass they could find…awoken by voices early doors they were on a green on a golf club.Posted 2 weeks agoanagallis_arvensisMember
Wallabies are the scariest things I’ve encounted on a wild camp, really put the shits up me till I saw one.
Also camped in woods near the west mids safari park once or twice, roaring lions sound bloody close when you are a bit stoned.
Slept in a graveyard once by a wall, woke up in the morning to find another bloke sleeping 10m away. Glad I didnt hear him in the night.Posted 2 weeks agoplumberMember
I’ve bivvied quite a lot, never had the smallest hint of trouble.
After the first night of thinking something is going to eat me I sleep as well or better than at home.
Always up and away early but that warm sleeping bag and a lovely view can make it tempting to stay awhilePosted 2 weeks agophiljuniorMember
As per others, as long as you’re camping out away from stuff, which is your aim anyway, you’ll be fine from those two points of view.
I’d be more concerned about:
a) getting a crap nights sleep/cold/soaked through.
b) getting freaked out being on my own (have had some rapid rides home on solo night rides, particularly when I’ve stopped for a bit to take in the atmosphere, then convinced myself there’s something odd in the sky/woods/shadows).Posted 2 weeks agoMalvern RiderMember
Yes, you are being soft. My wife isn’t bothered about solo camping in the countryside. Stop being a big girl’s blouse!
This is a confusing collection of words on a few levels. Which reminds me, I knew a large woman named Jessie who terrified everyone she encountered. Ironically, AFAIK, she never once advised them to stop being a ‘big Jessie’ 😋Posted 2 weeks agojohnx2Member
And of course the hoarse low bleat of the occasional sheep can sound a lot like an axe-murderer.
I remember lying in my tent on some teenage expedition listening to a sinister “bwaaagh, bwaaaagh, bwaaagh” coming closer. And then a blade ripped through the tent wall, followed by the deranged, grinning face of a hatchet wielding maniac uttering the bloodthirsty cry “bwaaagh! Bwaaaagh! Bwaaagh!”
Sleep well.Posted 2 weeks agoMalvern RiderMember
I was woken once by something pushing on my head from outside my tent. Mine was the only tent on this sprawling farmstead in SW France. I thought at first that I was simply dreaming, yet there it was, an insistent yet random push/pat against my head. Something or someone was outside of my tent, and it had an obvious interest in my head. It was a full autumn moon and I’d already checked out a weird derelict school bus crash-wreckage nearby in the woods so my imagination was fertile with ghosts.
As I reached full wakefulness and went ‘OOhowwooouuw’ I looked up to see the clear silhouette of a kitten sprawled on the flysheet above me. Laugh? I nearly shat.Posted 2 weeks agowhitestoneMember
Ha ha! Reminds me of a time when we were camping in the Ardeche region. It was hammering it down and during the night something began pushing against the inner of the tent. After a bit of “You look, no you look!” between me and then girlfriend I grabbed a torch and unzipped the door …
To see two frogs/toads between flysheet and inner hiding from the rain!Posted 2 weeks agochickenmanSubscriber
Snipe drumming terrified me the first time I heard it…thought there was some kind of farm machinery running riot (miles from the nearest croft in the Western Isles)
.The Cat Lady is someone who caused the whole family to wake in a Gorge du Tarn campsite, I mean, if you’re that noisy in the sack can’t you pick a secluded corner to camp in. FFS!Posted 2 weeks ago
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