Arriving in camp is always the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel after the long hard road ending in lots of greetings, reunions and smiling faces (I’m pretty sure Apple smiles when she sees us). It was only the sight of Tarka the otter that made my heart sink. He was obviously very sick and weak when we arrived and we were informed that he hadn’t been well for a couple of days. Being so young and small, his little body wasn’t able to fight enough and therefore he died in the night. Even though the odds were stacked against him from the start, Alastair and I had truly hoped that we could raise him enough to someday put him back in the wild. I certainly feel as if I failed our little otter pup, especially because we had to leave him in the hands of others for long periods of time. We buried him this morning but will keep our memories of how special it was to care for him.