>>299221The only help I recieved was when my father, who was staying at my house for a layover while commuting to a job site (saves on hotels), dropped out a load that contained 20kg of rice, my telescope I have not set up yet, some canned corn which I have for emergencies, and the flat pack black trunk that keeps animals out of my stuff. Saved me about 2 trips, cached the stuff near the quarry. All under a nearly full moon at 2 am...
The first day I properly set up was the 11th of January, after I came back down from holidays off work. I packed in the two tarps, 100m paracord, two foam camping mats, 2 wool army surplus blankets for the floor, my sleeping bag and some food. I wanted to be as comfortable as possible.
When I arrived at the quarry, I heard lots of shouting. Creeping up an embankment for a better vantage point, I saw at the back (350m away), knackers. Bane of my fucking life. And they had dogs. Great. They were right where I had planned to set up camp, a site I so carefully prepped and cleared. I thought that it was removed and awkward enough that it would be safe, but apparently not.
I had 2.5, maybe 3 hours of daylight left, and three thick cunts were roaring like morons to hear their own coarse accents ricochete off the quarry walls. Right over my spot. Bricks were shat.
Had they found my cached gear? Will they leave soon? Will the dogs find my scent when they double back? Worries abound.
