I had been out and about trying to capture something meaningful amongst the crowds. Until, by chance, I ended up beside a lake, alone (accept for my dog and some flustered magpies).

I am reading a book at the moment that records the thoughts of an Australian doctor named Bill Crozier as he treks the Dolpo region of Nepal….following in the footsteps of one of my all-time bestest authors, Peter Matthiessen¹.

Early every morning, as Bill stirs from his sleep, a porter will deliver a steaming mug of ‘bed tea’ to stoke his soul and warm his giblets².

As he sits wrapped in his down sleeping bag, he eloquently describes the (often staggeringly epic) views streaming through the tent’s entrance.

As I sat, longer than I had intended, by this still lake….I thought that the scene presented to me would definitely meet the criterion for bed tea.

Yes. I think thats a thing now.

1. The book is called: Beyond the Snow Leopard by Bill Crozier and follows his travels roughly in the footsteps of Matthiessens original masterpiece The Snow Leopard. ↩︎
2. Every morning around 0430 (I am a very early riser) I pad out to the kitchen to make my own bed tea…only it is coffee. And then I lay back in bed for a while with the steaming cup balanced on my chest, and I sip and simmer to the waking world. Highly recommend. ↩︎