Back down in the village, with night fully drawn in, sneaking off down the track to my intended camping spot was no great drama. After ensconcing myself under the trees, about fifty yards off the track, I sat and waited for a while. As I grew accustomed to the quiet swaying of the trees in the wind, it became apparent that I was probably the only person left in the park. I pitched my tent (reasonably well in the dark!) on the sandbank of a dried-up water course and settled down to sleep at about 8.30.