Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 247: Bivouac at dw100.

Summary: For once, the Doctor and his companions aren’t in any hurry.

Another alien world, one of many, but for once they’re not running from some kind of danger, and not running to anything either, they’re just stopped, in a peaceful woodland glade by a rushing stream. It’s a welcome change of pace.

“How much further is it,” Amy asks, meaning their destination.

“Another half a day’s walk perhaps.” The Doctor sits at the base of a tree, looking more relaxed than Amy’s ever seen him. “We’ll bivouac here tonight.”

“Why didn’t we just land closer, save ourselves the walk?” Rory wants to know.

“Because half the fun is in getting there.”

The End