Instant karma's goin' to get you...
We'd had a lovely day climbing up at Stanage, (biggest belly laugh story to come later) and returned to the North Lees camp site at the bottom of the hill. Walking up to the site, we noticed a couple of other campers standing at the wall, pointing and laughing. I remember how we joked about the sheep who also occupied the field, and how one must have got into a tent.
We stood for a minute with the now growing watchers, laughing our heads off at the sight of a tent, obviously now inhabited by the sheep, with strange bumps and lumps being visible throught the haze of mossies. (The most annoying occupant of the site.)
At this point, I recognised the tent. Yes reader, it was mine.
I raced over to evict the sheep, dropping my gear in the process.
Inside my tent, I found two sheep. One was scared off immediately, but the other WAS IN MY SLEEPING BAG! All my eggs and bread had gone, (stupid to leave them inside the tent with hindsight) but in my sleeping bag the sheep had left me a present. A lot of very small presents to be exact.
After a couple of pints I was still laughing as hard as the others, but now forever branded with the moniker of sheep worrier. Almost entirely un-justified.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 10:33, 6 replies)

Ah ha ha!
Fantastic.
( Tab Hunter Make this useless process end and so, begin again, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 10:35, closed)

Not at the time,
But much better with age!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:10, closed)

aah the joys of north lees
get ye to the little john and drown your sorrows next time!
( zulu eh?, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 10:47, closed)

Thanks for reminding me. I'm bad with names!
Stag lees was the name of a road I used to live near. Will correct now.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:12, closed)

I have
already. I was ill drunk there. I remember the next day about halfway up the face just leaning against the cool, cool rock and falling asleep, as my slightly pissed off mate who was belaying me started throwing pebbles at me in a vain attempt to wake me up.
( Undercovercarrot got done for gross misconduct on..., Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:41, closed)

Stanage pest no. 1 is mozzies.

Have you met Stanage pest no. 2? This weird old guy blatantly scrounges food off climbers. He knows we're not going anywhere and usually have biscuits/cakes/pasties. We're such easy targets...
(Galve, Son of Galve, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:29, closed)

I think it was the same trip,
mossies were everywhere. I mean all over. My friend was lacking in hair, sans hat. Poor chap looked like he had chicken pox! They were in the food, hair, eyes. You could wipe them off your arm, momentarily to see skin, then in an instant you can't see your own arm!
People were panicking, packing up stuff and just chucking it into their boots. Cars turning up at the site literally just turned around and went!
In the middle of all this, two germans had just unpacked their stuff. Next to their tent they had erected a table, about which they were smoking old Sherlock Holmes style pipes, with an air of "Not like ze mozzies we get at home!" about them!
Bloody tourists!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:50, closed)

I've started taking heavy-duty insect repellent and a net for the tent when I'm in the Peaks. Crag and campsite warrant it. Not quite at the net-integral-hat stage yet.

Although I've found a site near a railway line which is less bad than most.
(Galve, Son of Galve, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 11:57, closed)