I should probably have sat in a cool dark place after my 2+hrs patrol ranger womble round Big Moor this morning as it ramped up to about 26c.
But didn’t.
I should probably have sat in a cool dark place after the first ⛑️ call out of the day.
But didn’t.
I definitely should have sat in a cool dark place after the second ⛑️ call out of the day (and the stretcher carry down the Long Causeway at about 30c).
But didn’t.
I really really really should have sat in a cool dark place after 4+ hours of damping down the moorland fire on Hathersage Moor this afternoon / evening.
But didn’t.
I now look like a silver haired red snooker ball.
A 150m2 section of Hathersage Moor adjacent to a footpath across it magically burst in to flames today. SYFR, NT and EMP got on top of it. The local farmer also sorted water resupply.
We three musketeers from EMP were the last to remain on site. As we were exiting the moor via the gate under Higger there was a grey Mercedes (A Class ?) blocking our egress. Horns were tooted and it left. A human in that vehicle had just done a shit in the lay-by and also left the soiled paper for us to endure as we exited the moor. We are humbled by your generosity. Unfortuntely we were all utterly chinstrapped and nobody got the VRN.
We three musketeers have put something like ~35hrs each in to voluntarily looking after the Eastern Moors over the long weekend. And that’s the thanks we get.
*PS the @clarinsofficial after-sun is obviously not mine. A grateful borrow. To be used sparingly. Apparently i’ll awaken tomorrow with perfect skin and cheekbones like geometry 😉
