Snuggled down in my cosy sleeping bag at 7am, last night's bravado over a glass of wine was quickly diminishing.

Just 5 more minutes.....

There are 2 things which all my friends and family know about me:

I'm not a morning person! I like to come round gradually and ease myself into the day. None of this 10 mile run at 6am lark for me. I like to savour a cuppa at my leisure and work my way into the activities ahead...procrastinate and faff!
I like to be warm. Hot showers. Lovely, warm the bones, hot showers. I hate, absolutely hate, being cold and shivering - whether it be while out camping, walking, sleeping in my duvet covered bed, or kicking back on the sofa with a good book.

So what on earth was I thinking when I eagerly proposed a pre-breakfast dip under an icy cold Lakeland waterfall. I can't even blame the alcohol talking - even for me, a large glass of wine isn't quite enough to instil such false bravado.

I blame that Alastair Humphreys chap!

I've been following his tales of micro adventures on Twitter for quite a while now and his Blog is jam packed full of stories. I love the concept of inspiring others to do crazy or different little things out in the wilds.

Stuff like.....

Grabbing the trangia stove and a bottle of wine to cook tea on a lake shore beach.
Relaxing in a hot tub, in the rain, in the middle of a motel car park, on a dark cold New Zealand winter's night.
Drinking tea and biscuits at the top of a favourite climb to celebrate our anniversary.
Breakfasting on an egg butty and hot chocolate up high, watching the sunrise on New Year's Day.
Tobogganing in the blazing warm sunshine at Llandudno ski centre.
Cooking tea in a dark lay-by on the main road past Ladybower Reservoir with the full moon rising.
Drinking wine on top of rocks high above the campsite, just to watch the sunset down the valley.
Zip wire across a raging torrent of a river gorge.

These are just a few of the random things which I've done over the years and which stick in my mind as being great fun., although I would never have tagged them as adventures (or micro adventures) before Alastair Humphreys made it a common place description.

To me it's just 'playing out' or a set of circumstances which lead to doing something a bit random. Maybe it's also a state of mind, making the little things in life an adventure,, or simply just thinking like a big kid.

When I chatted with my sister about the concept, she toasted marshmallows in the chiminea on a dark February school night with my 11 year old nephew that evening. What a brilliant idea and how much fun must it have been for him to go into school the next day and tell all his mates what he'd been up to when they would have been stuck inside watching telly!

So with that in mind, I decided to buy the Micro Adventures book by Alastair Humphreys. I figured it would give me some new ideas and kick fire me into action - and that’s precisely what my husband and I had been flicking through over a glass of wine in the pub the night before. It’s also precisely the reason why I was prodding my husband in the side and ask the burning question "are you still up for a dip in the stream before breakfast?"

Nooooooo! The words were out of my mouth.

7.05am and I was grabbing my stuff to head down to the stream.

Now I have to admit that I have swum in a stream or two in the past. Growing up in the Yorkshire Dales, hot summer days in the school holidays were always about picnics and swimming in the rivers around the village.

I've never been a confident swimmer though and when I moved away from the area for University, I stopped swimming. The poor confidence combined with tales of river currents pulling people under rocks to meet their watery death meant that I’d really lost the urge to throw myself into unknown pools of cold water.

However, after an intensely hot day on the mountain bike a couple of days before, I'd already been for a dip in this stream to cool down. - and it was bliss. Although with the morning chill, I fully expected it to be a different experience.

Getting into icy pools of water is different for everyone. I hate inching my way in slowly until the water is up to my neck (far too painful). Equally, diving straight in is not for me either - and besides, it's not recommended by those in the know due to body shock and shutdown.

My method is to ease my way to just above the knees until I’m accustomed to the cold water, then go for total immersion.

On this pre-brekkie dip, I was surprised to find the water a little warmer than anticipated and so there I was, swimming under a waterfall in a freezing cold Lakeland stream at 7.30am.

It was startlingly exhilarating, until I realised that my hands were freezing cold and going numb!!!!

Climbing back out, wrapped in a towel, I felt almost euphoric. Maybe there is something to be said for early morning dips in mountain streams after all.

8am, a hot shower later and a cup of hot chocolate with my breakfast, I watched the rest of the campsite waking up for the day with a big smile on my face.