Foxy business!

There were foxy goings-on last Saturday. The occasion was the first training camp for the Ten Tors group from Dartmouth, camping near Gutter Tor after a days walking. A delighted walkster let us know they had spotted a fox whilst getting water from a stream, the same fox that shone its eyes at me a little later. Also the same fox that stole a hydration bladder, sinking its teeth in it and ruining it. A phone call at 11.30pm informed a sleepy me that the fox was prowling at=round the tents. "Don't worry, they won't do you any harm, they'll be afraid of you," was my sleepy reply. Morning revealed many guy ropes chewed through, two tents and at least one rucksack bitten into, and numerous items of food pilfered! Lovely little thing!