Oh the shame...
It was a long time ago (80's) but I actually went caravanning in France.

The scary bit could easily have been the driving we witnessed, but no...

My friend owned the caravan, and when he suggested a trip away he neglected to tell me until we had parked up at our first camp site, that I'd not be sleeping in the actual caravan. If the beds in them weren't bad enough, he'd relegated me to sleeping in the awning.

Now the awning is really just a big tent zipped to the side of the caravan, with an integral ground sheet. Inside this I had a smaller "sleeping tent" on which I had a inflatable mattress.

The first night I heard an animal snuffling around outside, but being big and brave thought nothing of it. Probably a fox or something.

Then the snuffling sounded pretty much like it was INSIDE the awning. How could that be? It's all zipped up...

Then the snuffling was coming from inside MY sleeping tent, which definitely was all zipped up. I could just about make out my things on the floor moving about in the dark.

As far as I recall, I was desperately trying to think of what could pass so easily through two canvas walls when something poked me in the back.

WTF and a cold sweat ensued, until the ghostly animal drifted away.

The next morning I discovered the site had moles, and the little bugger had been under the canvas all along.

I don't like moles.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Wed 11 Apr 2012, 14:56, 2 replies)

you actually went camping
actually?
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Wed 11 Apr 2012, 15:18, closed)

I know
The shame of it.
A caravan.

Not been in one since though (unless you count a particularly bad experience in Rayne last year, but I won't go into that).
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Thu 12 Apr 2012, 8:41, closed)