By: Blonde Two
At some point after our New Year’s Eve bivvy, Mr B2 and I decided that during 2015, we would try to do one bivvy for each month.
The most significant day that I could think of in February (so important that we often ignore it) was St Valentine’s Day and I chose (although ended up beneath) Beardown Tors as the venue because this is purportedly the 14th highest tor on Dartmoor (think about it!) 
Now you can say some things about Blondes, and I am sure that you do; but did you know that they could be such cheap dates? While the rest of the female world required sumptuous roses (note the plural here), chilled wine, Belgian chocolates (not cheap ones from Tescos), restaurant meals (not a Chinese takeaway), exactly the right piece of music (you should know the one without me telling you), self-composed poetry (not limericks numbskull), an open fire and Tiffany jewellery (yes I do know what that is); all I wanted was a night in an orange bag, inside a blue bag, under the stars, in the middle of a bog.
Okay, so the bog bit wasn’t really part of the plan. A sad combination of flapping boot soles, darkness and no spare socks led to us not making it to the top of the hill; but then, I didn’t specify a hill so I was happy.
It was cold but I was cosy and the stars were beautiful. It has to be said that two separate bivvy bags, each covered in their own ice, doesn’t really make for romantic liaisons, but we listened to each other snoring, shared a dawn hot chocolate and took pictures of each other asleep (does my bum look big in this?)
The last photo looks entomological – the empty carapace of an escaped May-fly.
And I love the en suite – an occasion where bog encompasses both its definitions.
🙂 Splodge.
A bog in a bog … I like that. Obviously I can’t comment!
Matthew 6:28 -> would seem the only possible comment
A great & unique idea for that date, & why not! I plan to have & look forward to a bivvy night out on Dartmoor later this year.
Think I’ll do a bivvy night too – perhaps I’ll settle for one each quarter; but please can I do them all in the warmer weather?
There’s a lovely element of “drop where you stop” about bivouacking that no other camping achieves.
There certainly is. Sometimes it is weird to wake up to somewhere you arrived at in the dark and see what it actually looks like.