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A Little Story: Night Intruder
Over the last 30 years I have been walking the South West Coast Path. On one of my early trips I camped in a field near Seaton. My rucksack was at the front of the tent. During the night I heard rustling which then went quiet. I wondered if someone had been rifling through my things. I couldn’t immediately find my torch and so reached inside my rucksack to check. Amongst items I felt my hairbrush. Reassured I lay down again but then realised I didn’t have a hairbrush with me. This time I got my torch and saw a hedgehog had crawled in.
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