Day Five, 02 05 2025
Today, the weather took a turn for the worse. A cold wind from the northwest is whipping through the landscape —about 3.4 out of 10 on my personal monitor.
As I sat in the familiar spot, just as I did on April 30th, 2025, I found myself grappling with my insubstantial bivvy shelter. Erecting it was no easy feat; the wind seemed determined to thwart my efforts at every turn. Once I finally managed to get it up, securing it became another battle altogether. I scoured the area for rocks and used them to weigh down the tent pegs. To ensure that my bivvy wouldn’t take off like a kite, I even placed a hefty rock inside it. I’m reminded of how nature can be both beautiful and unforgiving. The wind serves as a reminder of my smallness in this vast landscape.
The sky above was cloaked in thick, dense clouds that hang low and heavy On a positive note, at least it wasn’t raining—yet! Despite the chill in the air and the blustery conditions, I didn’t feel overdressed. I bundled up in a thick windproof coat layered over two jumpers and topped off with a warm hat. The layers provided me with enough comfort to withstand this brisk day.


I settled into my perch, and did some sketchbook drawing work. I saw three walkers during my two hour sitting stint.
With no trees on the horizon to obstruct my view, I can see walkers coming from quite a distance—a bit like watching colourful ants marching.
As one walker approached they veered off course, taking the same wrong turn as previous walkers had done. I remembered the conversation with the hiker who had experienced a minor crisis due to getting lost, I felt an overwhelming urge to intervene and help this person out.
I waved enthusiastically and shouted “HELLO!” but alas, the wind decided it was not in the mood for communication that day. The walker continued on their merry way, blissfully unaware of their impending misadventure. As they took yet another wrong turn—this time heading across country—I began to worry. What if they fell into a bog?
I leapt from my perch and dashed down the hill like an over-caffeinated mad person. My mission? To catch their attention before they wandered too far into trouble! But as I got closer, it became painfully clear that this particular walker was not interested in engaging with me at all. In fact, they seemed intent on shooing me away as if I were an overly friendly fly buzzing around.
Feeling rather foolish at this point—like a misguided superhero without a cape—I retreated back to my original spot. There I sat, chuckling at myself while reminding my inner voice that sometimes it’s best to watch rather than interfere. After all, who knew if this person had their own adventure planned? Maybe they were just looking for some solitude or perhaps they were training for an extreme hiking competition.
In retrospect, maybe I’ll stick to drawing and observing in the landscape instead of trying to save wandering walkers, who clearly are set on their own adventure.
A Tapestry of Connection
Day Four, 01 05 25



Today was one of those lovely Spring days. The wind had a noticeable presence, rating about 2.5 out of 10 on my personal scale. The sky seemed big and full of lovely fat puffy clouds floating fast across this vast landscape.
This day was one of my designated walking days—an opportunity to immerse myself in nature and reflect on my thoughts. I didn’t meet any eco walkers today. This solitude is part of what makes this place so enchanting; it offers a rare chance to connect deeply with nature without the distractions of others.
The absence of people allowed me to fully appreciate the sounds and sights surrounding me. It’s moments like these that remind me why I cherish my time outdoors; it’s not just about exercise but also about finding peace within myself while sharing this beautiful space with nature.

As I continued my walk, I let my mind wander freely, contemplating life and all its wonders. You know how it goes—one moment you’re pondering the mysteries of the universe, and the next, you’re knee-deep in thoughts about footwear. Yes, footwear! It’s a crucial topic when you’re out on a long trek.
Currently, I’m sporting a pair of wellies. They’re great, but let’s be honest: they are not exactly designed for long-distance adventures. The grip is about as reliable as a politician’s promise—good luck with that! Sure, they protect against mud and water, but when it comes to navigating rocky paths or slippery slopes, they leave much to be desired.
I’ve noticed that eco-conscious walkers I have met seem to be wearing waterproof trainers. These marvels of modern engineering are light and grip well. Plus, they look pretty stylish!
However, there’s one thing my trusty wellies do offer: protection against ticks. Yes, those little bloodsuckers can turn your lovely nature walk into an episode of “Survivor.” While my wellies may lack grip and style points in the fashion department, I can at least strut around knowing my ankles are safe from those pesky critters.
I spotted
- An oyster catcher
- A buzzard










