Sun night had been very quiet as all the holiday campers had gone, leaving us alone in the campsite, just some hostel guests around. Last night we were joined by a group of inner city kids being given a taste of the countryside. By 230am i was ready to give them a taste of the river too. Shouting between tents went on for most of the night. I think they had finally run out of steam by 4am, but maybe i had just reached the point of sleeping regardless. Then at 6am an alarm went off in our tent. No-one appears to have a clue whose it is. Maybe been planted?