We had been warned that Pleasant Flats would be completely sandfly infested, being on the West Coast side of the mountains, but as it is a cool, foggy, rainy day, they are relatively minimal. When there's a break in the rain and we dash to our tent, the nightly ritual of shining the headlamp against the inside tent wall and smooshing the bugs attracted to the light only results in five or six unsightly smears.
We read a bit (Michael bicycle maintenance, Yvonne Silas Marner by George Eliot), and then around 9:30pm, call it a night (it gets dark early here!), and fall asleep with the sound of raindrops hitting our tent. Michael goes to bed with his down jacket and long underwear on, so sometime in the middle of the night, he wakes up because he's too hot. Then Yvonne wakes up - she'd drunk a cup of hot chocolate before dinner, so now it's on with the boots and the coat and out to pee. Michael decides he needs to pee too. Back in the tent, we're on the verge of sleep, when the animal noises begin. A possum? We shine a light. We shake the tent walls. We make aggressive noises. We check the bags are closed securely and put away the cookies and chocolate. We try to sleep, but we are on hyper alert. Was that him again? Michael pulls back on his coat and his boots, and stomps around the tent a bit. Seems to have done the trick. We've been up for at least an hour now. Back to sleep.
In the morning, we find small mouse droppings on our bags, and discover a corner of our 1kg block of cheese has been nibbled. In some ways, we are looking forward to the end of our adventure. It will be nice to sleep indoors.