Gill is always worried about getting woken up in the night and being asked to move on (esp after we may have had a glass of Vino or two

) Plus she doesn't like being too far away from a proper loo (although I did buy her a PortaPoti for her birthday

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Aside = I was once camped right out in the wilds of north Shropshire, (en route and tired) in a green lane (not blocking it of course). At around 11pm the local farmer arrived. I was in bed but not yet asleep. I got up and said "
I hope you don't mind, I will be gone by 6am and won't leave any litter" etc. He seemed OK about it and left, saying summat like "
I was just checking up"
During that night I had those kind of nightmares where think you are awake but you cannot move

I dreamt the van was rocking and being scraped against, like it would if loads of cattle (or monsters) were squeezing past. Then there was tapping on the side of the van and muffled voices. I could not move or call out. It was not nice and this seemed to go on most of the night.
I reckon it was some sort of black magic to make sure I did not do it again
I ain't normally superstitious, but I actually won't camp there again, even though it was a nice spot !