No big deal. I mean, I was doing it this past summer, when things were too hot indoors, just stretched out on the terrace. Mostly I’d wake up in the middle of the night, cool enough to go back inside and sleep, but once or twice I made it to the dawn. I’ve always preferred waking up with a slow increase of the light. The big problem with star-covered sleep is temperature. If you can see the stars, you can radiate heat. That and the bugs. But given a soft base and warmth, there are few places I’d rather sleep.
TID 2: Slept under the stars
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I tried it once in the north of Scotland. Overwhelmed by the beauty of the landscape and the twinkling heavens, I just wanted to stretch out on the heather and embrace it. None of it seemed quite so romantic the next morning when I woke up with a stiff back and a face covered in midges and a fine settling of dew over my sleeping bag.