I didn’t go camping in April. I had an early date pencilled in, during a family holiday, but as like last year, I didn’t feel like going. So I’ll stop planning to combine things.
Then the rest of the month sped by and for the last week, when I should have had a few opportunities to go, my neck locked up and I had very limited movement and pretty much constant pain. Not something that lends well to sleeping in a tent.
It was disappointing to miss a month, but it did lend some perspective to the fact that until that point I had spent more nights outside in the past year, than the preceding five or so. I’d been out and done more things; more long rides, more walks and more camping than ever.
Missing one month probably isn’t so bad.