peaceful within as without

We never quite got round to taking the wingpiglet camping last year (despite upgrading our tent specifically to more comfortable accommodate three people) as the weekend we were due to go away was the weekend he decided to catch a chest infection, a week or so before he decided to aspirate a blueberry or whatever it was which resulted in his hospitalisation. I never quite got round to properly testing the new tent; it could only be erected one half at a time in our garden and whilst the in-law's garden was large enough for all three poles to be inserted and the flysheet pegged out there wasn't enough room to guy it out too. Fortunately the tent was happy to be erected (it was the work of moments to drag two unpegged tents fifty metres when (just as we were finishing setting them up) the site owner trundled over to tell us that some caravans might have been arriving either later that evening or in the morning and that they'd need to go where we'd pitched) and Edgar happy to go straight to sleep inside it without spending too long wandering round and round inside it brushing his head against the side. He snored as usual, but didn't wake anyone apart from me and Nicky. He was probably tired after being carried up some steep cliffside steps from the nearby settlement where we'd been for our tea.