Bright, Northern Victoria. 0300 hours looking up through the branches of an elm tree as I lay awake spotting satellites and listening to my pal in the next tent saw wood with a souped up chain saw I suspect. His tent was right up against the tree. Then I saw a bushy tail possum, not the little ones you see in city parks, a big bastard, size of a dog. He came down the tree to within about a metre of bugle beaks tent and let forth with" ROAR ROAR SNARL COUGH" and a few more things that probably translated to "Shut up your snoring you noisy prick, I cant think up here with that going on" Well it sure woke him up, and he did stop snoring. Possum seem satisfied and returned to his leafy domain.