So there I was, lying in a pool of muddy water staring up at a two foot square patch of sky.
The bleep on my watch told me it was 7am, two hours into a four hour run across the Kinder Plateau. I was at least 5 miles from the nearest house, two and a half from the nearest road, and probably a good three quarters of a mile from the nearest path.
I was also lying at the botton of a bell pit (so called because thats the shape they are) wondering vaguely what I'd managed to break.
I say vaguely as I'd managed to clout my head on the way down, and the world hadn't quite stopped spinning.
Anyway I get to my feet and everything seems to be in working order.
Except I can't get out. I'm effectively trapped 20 feet underground on a featureless landscape. The shape of the pit means I can't scramble up the sides, and even if I try I'm likely to bring the whole lot down.
So what to do.
Saving grace number one : The note on the kitchen table saying where I was going and when I'd be back. By 9.30 Mrs would have raised the alarm, and the MRT would faithfully follow the directions and find a very small hole on a very big hill.
Saving grace number two : At the bottom of my bumbag, a piece of metal, fashioned by Acme of Wolverhampton into the "Thunderer". The whistle that my Policeman Grandfather took with him to call for help.
Well Grandad here's hoping...
Six short blasts wait for sixty seconds. Six more, wait for sixty seconds.
And so on.
Finally after my watch bleeps for 8am I stop blowing after one batch of six and here a voice.
bugger the sixty seconds I blow for all I'm worth.
Five minutes and an improvised rope later and I'm sitting in the sunshine. Muddy and wet, with a sore head, but otherwise none the worse.
I'm enormously grateful to the two walkers who fashioned a rope from dog leads and rucksack straps to haul me out. I'm also grateful to the now defunct Acme works for one hell of a whistle, which brought them to me.
Its probably the only time its been used in anger - and its probably the only time it will be - but its back in the bumbag now - just in case.
Make sure that you have yours....