Friday 21st Nov - We camped at Lake St Clair overnight and were woken up about 2 am by a possum landing rather loudly on our roof and marching around in hobnail boots. As we both had to answer the other type of nature call and had to get up anyway we thought we would shoo him off. This required a small projectile well lobbed by Cathy. Once we were back warmly tucked uo again in bed the possum decided to have another go and we could hear him doing lots of scrabbling at the flywire and then nibbling at something. We then heard an electronic sort of noise so I got up to investigate. I turned on the light to find the possum sitting on my open laptop, which he had managed to turn on and hoing into a plastic bag with a couple Butternut Snaps in it.
The cheeky critter had pulled the flywire off the top window under the awning and come into the van. We managed to get him out although he scored the biscuits. Ten minutes later he was back again outside the plastic pop-top skirt and this time received a right hook to the ribs for his trouble, protected species or not! That was the last we saw of him.
The call of the wild was strong but the call of suburbia is even stronger. We have now landed in Hobart and are camped by the side of the Derwent at Glenorchy. We have already done over the local shopping centre and had fish and chips for tea.
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