I have had the last couple of weeks in suburbia , house sitting for a pal etc etc , and am fortunate enough to be going wild camping tomorrow for a few days , but i have hated every moment of the most recent period.
My question is am i a bit wierd , by yearning to spend all of my free time in the woods ? I am luckier than most , as i spend nearly all of my time on Dartmoor , with my job , so i can just wander up on the open moor or to a choice of woods , pretty much whenever i please .
So make me feel better , by not thinking it odd, to yearn to aching point to be transported to the woods !
Sensible and foolish answers /comments appreciated .