My mate does an otter magazine and i went to Donna Nook near Grimsby to get some photos , I was eating my sarnie and put it down for literally a few seconds and this cheeky fucking otter crept in there and stole it . As I've got older then I've chilled out a bit as 10 years ago i would have probably had a fight with it and then probably be having curried otter for tea
Cheers for reply, good story that. cheeky fuckers, but I guess if you’re hungry all bets are off.
Reason why it got my interest was that in lockdown when one of my mates who volunteers for the canal and river trust, asked if I wanted to go otter spotting. Given the cabin fever I had, the chance to get out of the house was too good to miss, so I said yes. Turned out we had to look for otter shit because it was unlikely that we’d see one.
We ended up having good chats with lots of people who were curious why 2 blokes were photographing random lumps of mud on a canal bank. At least you got to see one of the thieving fuckers