This kind of stuff right here is where you’re most likely to pick up tick mites when moving through the woods. Grasses are the worst. I avoid them at all cost. In fact, if I was hiking through here, I’d walk up into the woods on the left and avoid those grass weeds altogether.
Tick mites, as we call ‘em around here, are teeny tiny little ticks that are about the size of the tip of a pin, so small they look like little dots. They will absolutely cover your feet and legs by the hundreds, or even thousands. They bite and cling on - which you will not even feel until later when you get into camp and start itching. Even after scraping them off your feet, the bites will drive a man (or woman) absolutely mad for a good week after.
I got tired of carrying booze, fuel, and medicine and got the bright idea to see if a strong enough whiskey might not serve all three purposes.
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For centuries, families across Britain slept in what was known as a box bed, a wooden bed built into the wall or enclosed with doors, designed to keep out the bitter cold of winter.
Far more than a place to sleep, the box bed was a practical solution in cottages where space was limited and every bit of warmth mattered. By enclosing the bed, families trapped precious heat, reduced draughts and gained a little privacy in homes where several generations often lived under one roof.
These humble beds witnessed every stage of life. Children were tucked into them at night, babies were born in them, and loved ones spent their final hours there, surrounded by family. In many cottages, the box bed even formed part of the wall itself, helping divide the living and sleeping areas of a single-room home.
To modern eyes they may seem cramped, but to those who lived through harsh winters with little comfort, the box bed was a warm, secure refuge, a simple piece of craftsmanship that helped ordinary families ...
