Yesterday I had just one of those days when everything just failed, thought I'd make some char cloth, bit of charcoal, go have a pint, and settle down to a homemade curry in the evening, but no the Bushcraft Gods were against me, I prayed to the Holy Farthers Mears, Bushtucker, and Grylls, and still I failed.
I could not for the life of me get a fire going in my own back yard! Nothing worked, yes the wood was greenish and it had been raining overnight, but what a blow to the ego, I even out the fire I had going for my Ghillie Kettle and nothing!!
So ok I'll whip out my Trangia and Honey Stove and make the Char on that, off it went happy as a sand boy when splutter! it ran out, and I had no more meths in the house, muttering under my breath I said to SWMBO that I was off to the pub to get over my Epic fails, she was not happy, but off I went.
I got my pint of real ale in the pub by my house, sat down with my Kindle, and knocked my pint over and lost half of it all over myself, sigh! I got another one to make my feel better, and then went home to make the curry, I have been making curries since I was 8 as I used to stay a Bradford Asian family house after school while my parents came home. This I managed to burn, I have never done that before in 25 years of making 'em.
I thought a walk around Ladybower would cheer my up today, guess what? Yeah couldn't get there, they had changed the bus service times, but not on the web site! So I just got drenched and went home, and now SWMBO trying to cheer me up has done some sewing for me for some canvas equipment bags and ruined them.
Any of you had a day (or two) like that, unburden your self's and pop it down here, I feel better for putting it down already.