The hours of darkness were uneventful, in fact I didn’t get a single bleep on the bite alarms.
I did wake a couple of times during the night and it was so refreshing to be out in the open air.
When it’s dry, I always go for my Trakker shelter that is, in effect, a glorified umbrella.
I’ve had it years, decades in fact.
It was back in the nineties when it first came into my possession, courtesy of writing a few angling articles.