JOURNAL

Dalby Forest

This week's mini adventure was a night camping in Yorkshire. We found a campsite that looked nice and chilled, booked it in advance, and headed down on Tuesday morning. The weather had warned me there might be a bit of drizzle later on in the day but we weren't prepared for the absolute torrential rain we actually got. We had to do an emergency trip to Go Outdoors and buy an extra tarp to put over the tent and a bush shelter so we could actually get a fire going (I refuse to camp without a campfire, it's the best part). The pitch we'd booked was hidden away in the trees away from everyone else, which would have been perfect in good weather. I'll have to go back at some point.

We stuck the night out in the tent, I wasn't wasting a trip to drive back home because of rain. It meant we didn't get out and about much on Tuesday though, which was a shame. Luckily, we woke up on Wednesday to a dry morning and we managed to get a bit of exploring done. We accidentally found ourselves in the Dalby forest, visiting the national trust Bridestones. The heather moorland on the way there was one of the nicest walks I've ever done, and the whole forest was filled with people doing all sorts of activities. Reminded me a little of the Cairngorms in Scotland.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy Spires