I’m back in the Wild Camp saddle and this trip sees me at Lands End for something completely different to the wild weather of Scotland. This time I’m just taking a bivvy bag, a small rucksack and a handful of sandwiches. I was 8 the last time I visited the end of the UK and on this return visit I sadly see the rampant commercialism which has taken over what could have been a reflective beautiful place. However I share my journey with you and chat with a couple of Belgians who pitch in a very dangerous place, oblivious to the UK wild camp laws and their own situation. Enjoy!
I’m back in the Wild Camp saddle and this trip sees me at Lands End for something completely different to the wild weather of Scotland. This time I’m just taking a bivvy bag, a small rucksack and a handful of sandwiches. I was 8 the last time I visited the end of the UK and on this return visit I sadly see the rampant commercialism which has taken over what could have been a reflective beautiful place. However I share my journey with you and chat with a couple of Belgians who pitch in a very dangerous place, oblivious to the UK wild camp laws and their own situation. Enjoy!