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Stephen Neale, 2015
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CONTENTS
HOW TO USE THIS BOOK
SLEEPING OUTDOORS is one of the most liberating things a person can do. Peaceful sleep in the wild epitomises freedom. Rolling out a sleeping bag at dusk and rising with the dawn makes us feel alive.
explains where Im coming from when I talk about wild camping. An expression we didnt know about when we were kids. We just wanted to have fun camping in the garden after dark. But once we grew into adulthood we got scared. Because of a 1,000-year land grab.
for key to symbols). Secret zones that sailors, mountaineers, hikers, cyclists, canoeists and pilgrims have been using for centuries.
The first is the Wild bedzone: Scotland. Where sleeping outdoors only became a legal right under the Land Reform (Scotland) Act 2003. Theres the first clue that something needed fixing a law reform.
Second is the Foreshore zone. Salt creeks and coasts mainly in South and East England. The space below the high tide mark that was stolen from us, but then given back as a communal, 24-hour larder under concession of Magna Carta. Another legal right returned.
The third zone is Middle Earth. Central England and Ireland are the regions Ive chosen to explore: a Middle Earth of trails, canals and freshwater rivers, where theres no burden in asking. Wild camping isnt a right, but no shame in asking for salt with the chips.
The Mountains are the final zone: Wales and North England. Where we can climb onto the peaks and ridges.
Wild camping can be a safe, fun way of getting out into the outdoors an adventure thats better than legal. Because its free.
Going into the outdoors, alone or with company, can be hazardous. Foreshore, rivers, mountains and other areas should be approached with extreme caution at all times of year. Seek expert advice and proper training. Always alert people to where you are going and take particular care in winter when locations, including hills and mountains, can become particularly hazardous.
Distances of trails throughout often have multiple sources. Most paths included within have been associated with distances recorded by the Long Distance Walkers Association: http://www.ldwa.org.uk.
ENNERDALE WATER
P ART ONE
SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS
THE 5 W s IN WILD CAMPING
CAMPING AT THE FOOT OF THE CUILLIN MOUNTAINS, ISLE OF SKYE
I SLEEP ON MOUNTAINS.
We all have natural rights. I believe one of them is the right to dream at night on hilltops.
Most of our rights are written down in law. The right to breathe clean air. To pick and eat fruit from the wild tree or bush. To fish in the sea. To drink water from the stream. Others arent written down. Like the right to sleep on a mountain.
Wild camping in any unenclosed place far away from roads, buildings and towns is one of the most precious things a person can experience. Walking, cycling or canoeing into the outdoors, bedding down at dusk and waking with the dawn, contains a magic ingredient that rebalances our body clocks, re-syncs our minds, and makes us feel alive.
I know. All sounds like pseudo science from a snake oil salesman, doesnt it? But the only catch here is a historic one. A 1,000-year land grab so cleverly PR-managed that it has allowed us to lose touch with who we are. Alfresco sleep, which helps reconnect us with an ancient tradition of free movement that we enjoyed for tens of thousands of years, was forcibly removed from us. That change was like being handed a lifetime ban on walking the pavements for no other reason than someone said, Stop! So we got angry at first, but then we forgot. And now no one notices anymore. This part of the book explains how that happened, the history of British land laws, and why we can use a little knowledge to wild camp and explore secluded locations in the British Isles 100 of which are listed in Part II.
Our ability to get outdoors let alone sleep in the wild is increasingly threatened in the 21st century. Partly because our footpaths are disappearing at the very same time public lands are being sold off. But mostly because we have one of the most unequal landownership systems in the world. Old traditions of camping in forests and on moors have almost vanished. And thats crazy, because no one should have to be told how much fun it is to snooze under the stars while listening to the dry rattle of a grasshopper or the hoot of a tawny owl. We all knew that from our childhoods. Only weve been encouraged to forget.
During the mid 1980s between the age of 19 and 27 I hitchhiked from London to Zurich, to Athens and Israel, to Egypt, and then back into Istanbul, to the Londra Mocamp the largest lorry park in Europe out into eastern Turkey and on across Iran, Pakistan, India and Nepal. Down into south-east Asia, Timor and across Australia from the Northern Territories to Perth via Townville, Brisbane, Melbourne, New Zealand, Los Angeles, Fiji, everything in between; and back home. Then I did it all over again.