All was quiet on the hostel front so we decided it was time to give Dylan his first taste of wild camping. We thought he might end up ripping the tent in to a million pieces so we didn’t stray too far from the hostel - we knew we could pack up and be home in an hour or so if we needed to. We also took the precaution of taking an old (and heavy!) tent just in case he destroyed it.
We headed up to the moor underneath Ben Tee in glorious late afternoon sun with Dylan looking dapper in his new day-glow “you won’t lose me in the dark” collar. He was a bit of a pain whilst setting up the tent and running off with various things, but we managed to get the tent up despite his help. The biggest problem was his refusal to use the tent door, he just forced his way under the sides. Cries of “Use the flippin’ door!” rang across the great glen for at least an hour.
In the tent itself he wasn’t too bad, it took him ten minutes or so to settle down but he was fine eventually, I even woke up doing “spoons” with him, lovely and warm.