Dinner with friends.Bed under the stars.
After a Friday-night dinner Alastair took his sleeping gear up a hill. There were meteors, morning coffee and enough time to go home for breakfast.
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Dinner was chicken pie at a friend’s house. After the others went to bed, Alastair Humphreys took his sleeping gear up a hill beneath a clear December sky. Meteors crossed overhead as he settled in for the night.
In the morning, he made espresso on a camping stove, packed his gear and returned home for breakfast. The whole outing fitted between an evening with friends and the start of the next day.
It was a small, prepared night outdoors, not a grand expedition. That is the part that stays with us: a familiar Friday ended somewhere entirely different, and breakfast was still at home.
The hill was close enough to leave after dinner and come back for breakfast.
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Alastair tells the story of his winter microadventure in his own words.
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