This post relates to one I read from Peewiglet recently. With respect to keeping your inner tent door well and truly secured even when you’re not inside. This sounds like common sense and of course we all do it, but sometimes its easy to forget and we need a reminder.
I found this little critter trying to get into my tent when I was camped beside Derwent Water last weekend. I had kept my door zipped closed while we chatted and drank by the water’s edge and he was waiting patiently for me upon my return.
I have no idea what he is other than some sort of amphibian. He is of course completely harmless, but even so I wouldn’t have been best pleased to have him sharing my tent, and crawling across my face in the middle of the night in search of the warm wet hole that was producing all that lovely hot air.
It took me ages to get a good shot of him too, as I was a bit tiddly when I returned to the tent. A pint of Old Peculier (normally enough on it’s own to set me rocking) and half a litre of self-mixed vodka and coke (lethal strength!) do very little for camera, head torch and hand co-ordination. The result was 5 blurred pictures and this one.
He was moved gently off the door and deposited in the damp grass nearby, before I checked for other creepy-crawlies and turned in.