I went camping some years ago on the edge of Dartmoor, it was raining but other than that no problems. I settled down for the night and had a really good sleep. Early next morning, I was woken by what sounded like animals running around my tent. I crawled out, headfirst into a sheeps bottom
. The sheep as you can imagine wasnt very pleased and probably more scared than me, promptly turned around and ran into my little tent, after a minute of chaos he ran off, leaving me still trying to work out what had happened
paul