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Such a perfect day
Waking up
For once it’s not the alarm that wakes me. This morning it’s the not so well-known warmth. The early morning sun has slowly warmed up my house which consists of two poles, four pegs and two pieces of fabric. The four season sleeping bag has become too hot, so I unzip it and lay there in my thermals. Despite it being hot inside, I doubt it will be so outside, when I eventually leave.
I try to catch a few more minutes shuteye, but I can already hear the unzipping around me. My neighbours have also been stirred, and with the morning stretching longer, we have time to enjoy breakfast, stretch and sip on a hot coffee.
Close confines
I manoeuvre out of my sleeping bag, and swap one set of thermals for some base layer clothes. Another layer goes on top of these, followed by a fleece, some thick socks, and a windbreaker. For now that should be fine. I stuff my sleeping bag in its own bag, roll up my PJs and pack my backpack.
Just like every morning. Well almost every morning.
I emerge from my living / sleeping area to the porch, with bum in one but feet in the other, and put my hiking shoes on. Then I’m ready to leave fully, unzipping in front, and then zipping up behind, then behind again. You never know what might get in otherwise.
