Summary: I’m back in the Wild Camp saddle and this trip sees me at Lands End for something completely different to the wild weather of Scotland. This time I’m just taking a bivvy bag, a small rucksack and a handful of sandwiches. I was 8 the last time I visited the end of the UK and on this return visit I sadly see the rampant commercialism which has taken over what could have been a reflective beautiful place. However I share my journey with you and chat with a couple of Belgians who pitch in a very dangerous place, oblivious to the UK wild camp laws and their own situation. Enjoy!
