Splish, a cold drop of rain lands on my face.
It is 3am. I am lying trussed up inside a sleeping bag, inside a bivouac bag, inside a mosquito net next to a tree on the edge of a lake.
The local school’s annual sleep out started well. The Education Centre at Whisby Nature Park was bathed in beautiful warm sunshine and a barbecue prepared over a campfire had successfully filled a ravenous hoard of thirty 10 and 11 year olds.
As dusk gathered, we quietly and calmly made our way into the main reserve where we experienced a myriad of small wildlife wonders - the flight of a silent tawny owl patrolling the woodland edge; the rising of large fish in the lake and the insistent whine of hungry mosquitoes. We paused at the top of a railway bridge to observe the shadowy area between woods and open meadow, searching for foxes slinking through the undergrowth.