It's late afternoon, the light is changing and you haven't reached the hut yet.

You set off a little late, took a wrong turn, had a long lunch and your friend stops to talk to every mushroom on the track. You're having a nice time but the amount of cars you spotted in the car park and the family of six that passed you whilst you stopped for a wee is eating away at you. You have hut anxiety. 

You're greeted by a few coy hello's when you reach the hut and a kid that shouts WHeRe aRe ThEy GoInG tO SleeP.

You should have brought a tent.