Hill Walking in the lakes...
My dad used to be a teacher at a school that had a fairly decent outdoor culture.

One trip involved a large amount of camping/walking with as little gear as possible.

They'd set off from one pace to another, with Buttermere in their sights. They arrived at the head of the lake at gatescarth farm amidst distressing amounts of torrential rain.

My Dad and 6 lads approached the farmer, who asid that the barnwas free, and they could happily doss down in there for an night amongst the hay and straw.

They did so and spent a lovely night, with howling gales and pouring rain outside.

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1 week later the lads and my dad had to go to the school nurse with an unusual complaint. They all had lice... Lice in thier pubic hair.

It turns out that while sleeping in the barn they'd picked up a HUGE crop of sheep ticks... and lice.. but obviously, noone believed that explanation.

A rumour will run half way around the world before the truth has even got it's boots on... They never lived it down.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Mon 11 Dec 2006, 11:10, Reply)