By: Blonde Two

Good morning Blondees and Blondettes.  Sorry about the slightly late blog post but I slept late and am now refusing to get out of bed.  This may sound very lazy but yesterday, after a hectic day at work, the Two Blondes were up at the crack of dawn – in fact, we were up a long time before the crack of dawn.  To prove it, here is a photo of the crack as it dawned over “hill with no name” at Anthony Stile.

Sunrise Anthony Stile

The night had been very cold – anyone who camps often will know that you tend to pay for a lovely clear evening with a frosty tent in the morning.  Ours were icing up by bedtime (not late) and in the morning (and a few times in the night), we woke up to a land of ice and crystal.  As the sun rose, it’s light caught the frost on the grass and the glittering effect was like diamonds – comforting to know that diamonds can even be an outdoors girl’s best friend.

The Two Blondes had shared a tent to try and conserve as much warmth as possible and woke up at pretty much the same times during the night.  Get Up One had been for Blonde One who volunteered to sort out some chilly kiddies – this involved a sharing of extra jumpers, scarves etc and a quick bundling around so that the young ones were all squashed into two tents instead of spread out in three.

Get Up Two was due to a helicopter visit at about 1.00 am (none of the blokes heard it!).  It woke us up enough to need a loo stop.  It was an amazing moonlit night (worth the wake up). I went first when I thought the helicopter had gone but it came back and I had to stand outside the tent for quite a shivery time while the helicopter buzzed backwards and forwards.  In the end I gave up waiting and did the necessary.  I hope they weren’t practicing with their thermal imaging equipment but it may well have given them a laugh!

Get Up Three was at 5.00 am and was sadly Get Up and Stay Up.  There is no cover at Anthony Stile and we have learnt that, if you want a wee in private, you have to do it before any of the youngsters are around.  Our teams were all up at 5.30 and steam rising from Trangias was added to the cold beauty of the morning as we watched the sun come up over the hill behind them.

Despite the obvious tiredness brought on by lack of sleep, I wouldn’t have missed any of it – stars, moonlight, sunrise, frost – Dartmoor dawns can be cold and wet and grey but just once in a while, you get one that is absolutely perfect!