Even by my standards this was fucking low but were wild camping (free but no bogs or showers).
Its pissed down for 3 weeks and now the one night i need it to rain its a beautiful evening- the moon is out, stars are shining, and my sloppy mound of orange excrement is waiting to be discovered by some poor child in the morning. Like the carcass of a beached jellyfish its probably glimmering in the moonlight as we speak.
Believe me I really didnt want to have to take a shit on a beach but uncooked bacon and brushing your teeth with seawater mean only one thing.
Worst thing is that i used up most of the paper on the first run and the bowel cramps that preceded that one are fast returning. Soon I fear i shall be wading into the ocean to drop my guts among the crabs.