The camping ground we stayed at this last week was situated between natural coastal bushland and the sea. We had three kinds of wildlife to protect our food from. The worst by far was the ever present brush turkey, attracted by plastic of any kind in the hope it contained something edible. There was also the goanna that slowly cruised the camping grounds for anything edible that had been left lying around. Then there were the seagulls. This one-legged villain actually removed the top layer of the Lovely Husband's focaccia while it was happily toasting on the BBQ plate.
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