That’s what I’m not getting right now.
Lying in my sleeping bag with the sound of the flame filling the tent from it’s spot in the porch, the merest hiss from the water joining it as it starts on it’s way towards boiling.
I lke to lie and wait for the boiling water, it’s the first thing I do when I get camped. I’ll have my beanie hat on, my feet will most likely be in fresh dry socks and I’ll be flexing my warming toes distractedly as I watch the flame reflect off of my mug which is sitting there ready with some sachet or other having been emptied into it and the spoon is sticking out.
My headtorch is off, this is winding down time. I’ll be lying on my face probably with the sleeping bag done right up, squinting at the flame as the bubbling inside the pot becomes audible. It doesn’t matter what the weather is doing out there, I’m at home, I’m comfy, warm and quite happy right there. I’ll have my cuppa in a minute and then I’ll see what’s next.