So, What Went Wrong? Part 4

As I was drifting off to sleep on that third night, my eyes heavy and my stomach full, the wind began to pick up. I heard it whistling over the campsite. I listened to it safe and warm in my sleeping bag, my eyes getting heavier and heavier.

This is where I would have liked to end my night, but alas it was not the end.

The wind became stronger and stronger, my pathetic little tent flapped about like a slice of cheese in a tumble dryer.

The wind shook my tent around so much that it ripped the interior of my living compartment (I have no idea what I am meant to call this!), essentially halving my living space.

How my Tent should have looked.

How it did look after the wind broke it.

At 11.24pm (roughly) My tent decided that it was no longer contented with its lot in life and took flight in a similar manner to Mary Poppins's Umbrella.

It was at this point dressed only in my pants and hiking boots (sexy right?) I leaped out of the tent (actually all I did is stand up and the tent fell about me). As I was trying to rebuild my shelter rain started to fall.

I spent the rest of the night doing running repairs to my tent in order to keep everything else dry. Needless to say I was not a happy bunny.

This is not me.

Not long after the wind had eased off, my phone died. Cue me walking in and out of the town centre a few times looking for (but not finding) a pay phone. It was 2 miles into town. Again not particularly cheerful.

I eventually got some got in touch with my family and the next days campsite and was able to pack up and head on my way again.

Sorry no pictures again, I was too busy being grumpy. I walked through Newhaven and then toward Brighton. I was about 5 miles from Brighton when my rucksack broke. This is one instance where I would have liked a camera, the sight of me screaming at my bag on the beach would have been a good one. Anyway, long story short. I wore my bag as best I could, turned on my heel and took the train from Newhaven back to Ipswich.

I couldn't find an image of a man screaming at a bag... The internet has let me down.

But do not fear as tonight I am heading back to the south coast to complete my journey with the help of my trusty bicycle, should have the distance complete in just over a week. Once again wish me luck and I am sorry for dragging this out.