Dartymoor
2011-09-08 19:51:40
Chinkwell Tor today. Very windy. Walked into the lee of the wind whilst looking for a box - any box - and saw something. Peered closer and saw it was just a bit of litter, a Fruit Shoot bottle. Mildly irritated I picked it up and was trying to poke it into my backpack without removing it and heard something. I paused and heard it again - the sound of plastic bumping. I shrugged and thought it was coming from my back, but eventually managing to shove the rubbish in my pack, I realised it was coming from the rock wall in front of me!
So I spent a good five minutes examing this wall, some likely fissures but nothing there.
Walked around the rock into the wind, listened carefully, heard it again - kept on like this for another few minutes, climbed UP a rock face and peered deep towards the noise - and yes! Found a /very/ well hidden plastic lunchbox about 6 feet off the ground shoved an arm length into a crack.
The wind was just lifting the front edge of the box and dropping it, making a faint sound every hard gust. The distance from where I first heard it was a good 25 feet, but the wind travelling through the fissures in the granite brought it right to me.
If I hadn't picked up the rubbish, I wouldn't have found this box in a million years. Thanks, Karma!
(The box wasn't named but had a nice Butterfly and a Rabbit stamp in it. Lots of boxes on Bell Tor, mostly kids boxes, but signs of broken and damaged boxes throughout. Several times just cliptop lids left behind. Nice walk but bracken really grown heavier since I was last here a decade or so ago.)
So I spent a good five minutes examing this wall, some likely fissures but nothing there.
Walked around the rock into the wind, listened carefully, heard it again - kept on like this for another few minutes, climbed UP a rock face and peered deep towards the noise - and yes! Found a /very/ well hidden plastic lunchbox about 6 feet off the ground shoved an arm length into a crack.
The wind was just lifting the front edge of the box and dropping it, making a faint sound every hard gust. The distance from where I first heard it was a good 25 feet, but the wind travelling through the fissures in the granite brought it right to me.
If I hadn't picked up the rubbish, I wouldn't have found this box in a million years. Thanks, Karma!
(The box wasn't named but had a nice Butterfly and a Rabbit stamp in it. Lots of boxes on Bell Tor, mostly kids boxes, but signs of broken and damaged boxes throughout. Several times just cliptop lids left behind. Nice walk but bracken really grown heavier since I was last here a decade or so ago.)
