Imagine the scene …
It’s about an hour since ‘Karen’ drove off (we’re fairly certain she tried to get in to a blue Astra before getting in a white BMW) …
You then went with a colleague to extinguish a fire and BBQ at the foot of another crag …. and your colleague has to walk this group out because they’re from Burton and basically have no idea where exactly on the face of the earth they are … Class B’s do that sometimes.
All that gets resolved and you drive up from near Whim Wood towards Higger. And then you see it …
Ever have those occasions (it’s about 2330hrs by now) where your brain and your eyes disagree on what you’re seeing … ?
Essentially it was a band of very very bright wide white light on Hathersage Moor close to the ground (near the Rain Gauge), but the light was pointing in two directions simultaneously, and an engine noise ….
Were it a helicopter landing ?
Were it E.T. popping back ?
Were it someone on a kiddies tricycle retro fitted with an engine and 60000 lumen front and rear lights ?
Were it a sign from ‘above’ that tha’s been doing this shit too long and tha needs to tek up knitting of a Friday night ?
Were it ‘eckers like.
It were too lads from Wakefield, ‘we work int’ own business all hours God sends and we’ve come out late for a little camp out’
‘That’s fine lads but a) please turn them chuffin’ lights out cos the surface of my eyes are burning, and b) what the f*ck is the noise ?
‘It’s genny fer t’ power lights so we can see to put tent up’ they said whilst (literally) using an iPhone torch to show me a generator powering two huge lights.
Lovely fellas they were. Happily agreed to cease erecting their own little Glasto’ Main Stage and move it over to the Eric Byrne Memorial Campsite.
Did i mention the huge wheeled cool box full of spicey chicken wings, the catering bag of Quavers and the 10 disposable lighters ?
*note to self – cobble these posts in to a book, it’s practically writing itself !!