Tonight we clocked the empty old wardens hut, and bagged it. It’s awesome as it’s got an open fire. Quite rare these days as so many huts burn down! We got tucked up snug in our maggot bags, full of hot rum drink, and gazed over at the glowing embers… All warm, dry and sleepy. These simple things feel like ultimate luxury.
The long slog back to the hut this afternoon was quite hard work.. Even though it was technically downhill, it’s the sort of terrain that’s no quicker going up or down. It was almost dark when we returned, we had to cook our dinner by candle light.
The decision was made to get one of these jet boats we’d been hearing all about, so hopefully we’d be in the pub for a late lunch tomorrow! So on the upside we got to polish off all our remaining rum rations tonight :)