Another night where the quality of my sleep was greatly enhanced by the generosity of others. Generosity stemming from not wanting to see me sleep in a waterproof bivvy bag, despite me being more than happy to do so.
I repeated a mantra in my head as I left the estate, sipping my already-tepid coffee from the tiny tepee kettle and being gurned at by a trio of alpacas:
“Pay it forward”
This summer was defined by the generosity of people – mainly strangers, now friends – who were willing to look past our scruff and mild vagabondry, through eyes of having previously been in a similar position themselves, or just through plain kindness.
“Pay it forward” is a reminder to myself and to anyone that this generosity doesn’t have to stop at our feet. This morning I woke in a comfy double bed in a tepee in Wales, away from the sog outside and with unused camping gear in my rucksack. Today and all tomorrows I can look for ways to extend generosity to others.
It may not always be possible to match in kind, but it can be matched in kindness.