45. Wales
My god it’s cold out here.
Seeping, insidious, creeping cold.
Stealing up from the ground underneath my tent, pitched in the lee of Offa’s Dyke –
Idiot I am to have forgotten my camp mat in the middle of winter.
Thermals irrelevant: might as well be naked.
How long till dawn?
jpm
50 words for 50 countries 
It’s making me think of Duke of Edinburgh camping in Central Queensland. A bottle of rum, a fire, a one space blanket between 7 over excited and under experienced adolescents at the Callide dam. But I guess there is no comparison… love your work. Waki x
Yep – Waki, you are spot on! How green we were as 15 year olds way back then! I SO remember thinking how smart we were with this new technology which was going to replace those heavy sleeping bags – what idiots! So, for Wales, it was about THAT cold, multipled by 20 and adding drippy seeping fog/mist into the mix….
Sounds like Ballarat!