Day 6 – Just chill out
I survived last night. The grey clouds lear at me again through the office window, more dark and terrible than before. The downpour is harder and longer than last night but this time I know the tipi’s ready. The firewood in there is under a tarp, and I know I can smoke the puddles out pretty quickly.
I get back to the tipi at midnight after a drinking session with some friends in Bristol. I am pissed and stumble around like an idiot trying to get a fire going. I'd managed to blag two nice dry logs from the pub we'd been in, and start putting them to good use. I’m getting good at this fire lark. It starts first time, in the wet. The big log’s too big. I stoopidly start hacking at it with the axe while it’s still in the fire and have a near miss with some exploding embers. It’s either the beer or fatigue or both.
I lie awake in my bed thinking why I’m so tired. I realise that apart from falling asleep, I have had absolutely no time whatsoever to just chill out next to the fire. It’s been so busy. My day is constant work, followed by seeing mates in town or at uni, and then arriving at the tipi late at night. Gathering firewood and cooking are all big jobs which take up a lot of time, and I seem to spend any spare time preparing to stay one step ahead. I’m trying to mix two different patterns together, and if I’m ever going to turn this place into a home, the social side’s got to go.
I need to rise with the sun, and be back before sunset. To get into natures pattern rather than resist it by trying to do everything. It would be nice if my mates were allowed to come over, then I’d get the very best of the social side – that’s what the tipi’s all about – but it’s not my land so I can’t. I think it’s a sacrifice worth doing though… it’s not every day you get an opportunity like this.