This is the post where I should be telling you I am packed and ready to go. After all, my plane leaves in 48 hours. The truth is I'm a last minute packer. There are growing piles of things in various spots in the house, but not a single item has been added to my backpack yet. At least there is a pile next to it!
This pile is looking precarious. I need to shift it to another spot as it appears to have outgrown the present one.
There are similar piles in the bathroom and kitchen. I'm sure you are looking at all of that, wondering how it could possibly fit into that medium-size pack. Me too.
I am actually a fairly light packer. I usually take three pairs of hiking pants - the kind that are lightweight but durable. This means if I need to I can wash a pair out in a sink and they are usually dry by the next morning. I will pack two short sleeve shirts and three long sleeve shirts, all made from a thin 100% Merino wool which can also be washed out in a sink and dry by the next morning. I know this next bit is going to be hard to believe, but the four pairs of socks and underwear and the three sports bras I'm taking are also made from the same Merino wool. So there you have my two big packing secrets. Pack light, and pack wool.
Here's the packing problem I haven't been able to solve.
There are charger cords for my iPad and iPhone, my Kindle, my toothbrush (okay, I could probably leave this at home), a charger for my camera battery, and the adaptor things so I can get my pictures from the card in my camera onto my iPad (without this I wouldn't be able to blog). Missing from this picture are the electric plug-in converter things so I can actually plug all those things into a UK outlet. They really don't take up too much space, but reaching into my backpack and trying to extract the one I want makes me want to say bad words.
I have been training for our upcoming walk in Wales. Sort of. I've worn my new hikers twice and hope that counts as breaking them in. This morning I walked a quick three kilometres on the road near us, trying to beat the next downpour. All I could think of was how much I wanted to go home and have a cup of tea. Then it occurred to me that on each of the days on our walk we will be going about eight times that far. It made me very glad I found this great travel mug at David's Tea last week.
It's guaranteed to not spill while in your pack. My plan is to fill it with hot tea every morning before we head out. Hopefully it works as advertised or there might be more bad words.
My plan is to blog on the trip, but there might not be a post every day. (I don't think we'll have Internet connection at some of the places we are staying.) Blogging from the iPad can be a bit sketchy at times. If you read something that doesn't make sense the most likely cause is either jet lag or auto-correct gone rogue. And I am pretty rusty at using the Blogsy App, so that might contribute to some glitches as well. Hopefully there will be enough great pictures to make up for the less than perfect prose.
So I am off to pack. I've got wool, both to knit and to wear. I've got my Kindle. And I've got something to drink tea from. What else could I possibly need? And yes, I did throw in a rain jacket. Just in case. But it is probably a waste of valuable space. Not a single picture of Wales in my guide book or at the Welsh tourist site had anything but blue sky.