So, I'll just nip off early then....
Up early, dress and go. There must be a bus stop near the camp site...
But no. No bus stop. After half and hour I stuck out my thumb.
Another five minutes later I got a lift with a friendly Scot who had just nipped out to get breakfast for his son, who was still sleeping at our campsite.
As I explained my mission he offered to hang around until I'd retrieved my stick. What a nice chap.