Day 59 – Camping Pehoe

Left the tent twice today. Both occasions were a mistake as, despite the short sprint and puddle leap to the toilet block, we returned to the tent with wet waterproofs covered in grit and any passing detritous. After sluicing our mouths of grit we ate crackers and had shouted conversations when we weren’t bracing the tent with our legs. The temperature had dropped, inviting us to explore the darkest corners of our panniers for extra layers and spend the rest of the day snoozing whenever the noise abated. When we woke we ate more crackers (the packets didn’t seem to diminish), played cards, twenty questions, eye spy and who am I. Where am I was the next debate and we concluded that today we could have been in our own back garden as so little time was spent outside. One of the many sounds of the previous night was a constant gnawing. We discovered a mouse had made his only special little entrance next to John’s head and had probably spent the night avoiding the grit and rain enjoying a few peanuts that had miraculously avoided our mouths the night before. Gaffer tape to the rescue once again.