A mole under my tent this past week. Being in one spot for 3 weeks has softened the ground, encouraging moles to visit. Not seen the actual mole, just a small bump moving under the carpet, chinking empty beer bottles and occasionally stopping to do what sounds like licking of the lips but is doubtless munching on a tasty worm.
Bloody thing has kept me awake, along with the noisiest young owl in the tree above my tent and the scampering of squirrels in my kitchen hoping for another packet of garlic naan breads foolishly not kept under lock and key. Now back home. Only the kids constituting wildlife now.