Waking in the Forest

We kind of slept, shivered, and woke up at random points through the night. I felt squished in the tent, and my sleeping bag was very constricting. I hate not being able to move my arms. We awoke later that morning to the sound of a woodpecker, the dawn chorus, and the realisation that it was way too early to be awake. Luckily, I had no hangover. Fabian, being clever, drank a can of Red Bull and then decided to go back to sleep. Or at least, he tried. We judged it a failure, and worked up the energy to get out of the tent into a cold morning. Fabian and Eddy restarted the fire from last night's embers. There was a Grolsch can which had appeared overnight in our empty can pile, and an exploded deoderant can. Nobody had any Grolsch. We concluded that the Blair Witch had come by in the night, blown up the can, and had some Grolsh just to chill out.
Breakfast was scotch pancakes. So good. Why don't I eat them more often? And we had some marshmallows, digestive biscuits, Haribo, stream water and cider. Good eating, huh. Next time, we agreed we would need more water and some tea. I spent a long time by the fire being too cold. They did good with the fire, constructing a saucepan holder from sticks to boil water.
The owner of the woods came down. The Lord of the Forest himself. All old and outdoorsy looking, he asked us whether we had permission to camp in the woods. Errr. He didn't seem annoyed. Must have been impressed by the quality fire, or intimidated by the huge knife Fabi was holding at that time.
We left the campsite clean, and walked down to the road, via the lake where everyone but me paddled. It was too damn cold for that! Dad gave us all a lift home. A good time had been had by all.