... I have only been doing this stuff for 60 years and once again I have navigated us onto the wrong footpath.
We are in rocky, wooded limestone country in Latterbarrow Nature Reserve which is all sheer delight. My shaky interpretation of the OS map tells me there is a public footpath that will shortcut us back onto our correct route.
We climb steeply on an identifiable path, Pete being thirty yards behind me. As I crest the climb the path ceases abruptly. I am looking ahead and fifty yards away I get a rear view of a large black animal, perhaps a bit bigger than a Great Dane slinking and weaving through the trees - it disappears within about seven seconds (not long enough to deploy the camera of course). The animal is totally deep black and seems to have a sheen more than you would expect on a woolly black sheep.
I tell Pete and we retrace our steps speculating about telling the Westmorland Gazette who regularly publish black cat stories but that is just a joke and the subject is dropped, but a nagging continues in my mind.
The next geocache is dramatic and soon grabs our attention when I ascend a magnificent oak tree thinking of England, Bucklers Hard, Trafalgar, and Victory.
The precision of weather forecasting is well demonstrated as rain starts at 1:30 precisely, just as predicted the evening before on North West Tonight
We find another couple of geocaches, have a chat with a farmer, and snap some unusual fungus. In the field of our last geocache the existence of black panthers in Cumbria is now undoubted.
|My apprentice returns our first find of the day|
|Heart of Oak are our ships,|
Jolly Tars are our men,
We always are ready: Steady, boys, Steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
|Must download a fungus app|
|A black panther heavily disguised as a rare breed sheep|