Blood Money

Wall climbing intruders were in and out the garden up until midnight; including somebody smashing metal at 11pm! Water bottle I left on outside table has moved 20 yards without any wind.

Almost thirty pounds were missing from my bank account this morning; have to query that later with Nationwide. The keypad on their cash machine was covered in blood.

Lots of run-down pubs up North, and commercial buildings are not illegal to squat BTW.

My first lift came from an Indian Hindu man, he drove me into Preston. My first visit was to a phone shop to get my P30 phone fixed, but two hours later my phone was still u repaired as the “replacement” screen was faulty! By luck I walked into a pub that I had spent time in before just before the lockdown. A gay Chinese student entered the pub later on in the evening, he was trying loads of drinks and the barman was happy to serve him. We talked for an hour before he realized he should be going home.

I left the pub ajar and unhappy, I did not want to face off the cold evening, feeling unwell. The walk to the M6 was short but seems long, I stopped at Shell garage named the tickled trout for a sugary fizzy drink. The cashier was horrid, whispering in his workmates ear some obscenity. A man in the queue had seen me hitch-hiking and offered a lift. He took me to Southwaite M6 services.

The surrounding fields adjacent to the motorway services had livestock in them, there was no visible places to pitch my tent so chose to hitch-hike onwards. It was at least an hour before a sporty BMW coupe stopped and offered me a lift, he took me to Moffat M74 roundabout. I deliberated going to Dumfries but had no desire to hitch-hike after midnight. Two options were left and being nearest I chose to pitch my rent at Moffat nature reserve. Getting the tent up was a struggle in the starlit darkness, Because I had previously rolled up my tent with my head torch inside. I lay my head disturbed, my body shook mildly as I passed out with exhaustion.