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Making a mountain out of a mole hill

Whoever came up with that pearl of wisdom had obviously never had a bloody mole burrowing under their tent at 4am – that’s exactly what we had last night.

The story begins with a LUSH bar. We knew that after the hike to the Ice cave we would be knackered so I prepared by taking out the massage bar from the “sundries” backpack, which we keep packed up, to the tent. We returned home, very tired, only to find that the intense heat of the day (exacerbated by the oven-like qualities of a tent) had turned our bar of peach goodness into liquid - liquid which had then drenched my sleeping bag.
We tried a quick mop-up operation but that wasn’t very successful.
We thought we’d wait until morning and put the bag back inside the tent, not knowing what treats awaited. At about 2.45am I awoke to find a bloody spider in my sleeping bag (AHHHHHH!!!!!)

After getting E to squash it we tried to go back to sleep. Wasn’t gonna happen…Instead we were greeted to the annoyance that is drunken Englishmen - are there any other kind once they are abroad in groups of more than two? We lay awake for awhile before we started to hear the rustling of the mole.

We knew it was a mole because the night before we had heard the rustling out near the tent stakes and noticed the tell-tale signs the next morning. Last night was different because the rustling was much closer to our heads. A few times I hit the ground near the top of the tent and the rustling would stop.

After we thought we were rid of the little bugger I lay down and started drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately that sleep did not come. What did come, right under my pillow, was the bloody mole! I sat up quickly and was quickly joined by Erica, and we sat and watched as my pillow was moving up and down as the bloody mole was sticking its head through the turf.

At this point I commenced a real-life version of whack-a-mole. I didn’t want to hurt the thing but I sure as hell wanted it to piss-off from our tent. Eventually it did.

I even managed to get back to sleep after the action. Poor Erica stayed awake until it was time to get up. As you might guess, we moved our tent this morning.

I’ll never be able to watch Caddyshack the same way again.

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Ahh the great outdoors!!!!

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