Tring station is the closest point served by the rail network to Ivinghoe Beacon where the Ridgeway ends and the the Icknield Way starts. There was no agenda on this days walk as I had no accommodation booked which left it up to me as to how far I could walk from the time the train arrived at the station at 12:45 until the sun went down. The first stage was to walk the last 3 miles of the Ridgeway which was a pleasant reminder of walking this section as the start to the Ridgeway Walk two years previous.
I managed to cover a lot of miles in this days walk, more than anticipated. It was exhilarating walking through the hills to Ivinghoe Beacon with fond memories flooding back of my previous Ridgeway walk. These hills are impressive and no amount of photography can capture their magnificence. This was also the case walking across the Downs into Dunstable - it was an awesome sight to witness the planes and gliders taking off below me.
As stated earlier, I had no destination to reach on this days walk. There was the possibility of trying to find B&B accommodation in Dunstable, but a Friday night in a large town was certainly not appealing. It was 5 oclock when I reached Dunstable so I decided to continue with the idea of reaching Sundon before dusk. At Sundon I hoped I could find a place to wild camp in the country park. The distance to Sundon was covered fairly quickly albeit with a good pace being set. After a rather disappointing drink at the Sundon Crown I headed up the hills towards the country park to search out a suitable site to pitch camp. The only time I had previously wild camped was many years ago when, together with a mate, I hitch-hiked to the Isle of Skye to attend an Echo and the Bunnymen gig. On that occasion we pitched on the edge of a rough old Glasgow council estate, by the side of a track that led into a field. It was dark when we camped and on rising first thing in the morning we found our tent sitting proudly in the middle of the farm track - luckily no tractors wanted to get down there during the night!
I was a little apprehensive of wild camping this time with thoughts of angry landowners kicking me off their land. However, I considered that if I set up camp at dusk and decamped at dawn I should have the best chance of going undetected. I contemplated pitching camp at the edge of a farmers field which had views of the the M1 snaking its way into the distance. Here I sat, pondered and watched as the sun moved down to the horizon. Eventually I decided to walk on a little more to the country park itself. Here I found a small piece of grassy ground amidst a copse of trees in front of the sheep fields that made up the country park. This seemed a decent enough place to camp so I quickly pitched in the fading light. No sooner had I pitched then I was visited by some young chap claiming that he had lost his keys. We chatted for a minute and after finding out that I was hiking the Icknield Way he wandered off. It was clear that he had no lost keys and was just investigating this strange bloke setting up camp. As the night went on, I was disturbed by music coming from a about 100 yards away. At first I thought I must have pitched alongside a house with a party going on but it soon became apparent with numerous cars coming and going that it was just a car park which appeared to be used by the local youth to drive into and play their stereos loud. Eventually in the early hours the noise stopped and I managed to grab a bit of sleep.
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