cyclop wrote:cyclop wrote:How about losing an artificial eye on the Bowland Fells whilst wild camping.I,d wrapped it in a pair of shorts--wasn,t there in the morning?I even returned with my uncle and a sieve,no luck.If anybody finds it,maybe downstréam,possibly a long way,in fact probably out to sea by now,it was 1970 !
Look what I found today on the cockleshell beach at Kippford.P1010119.JPGDefinitely my eye,a bit faded but hey,you would be after 50yrs at sea.
One can only imagine the history of that eye over the last 50 years. Down through the waterworks at Sykes into the Hodder and thence into the Wiver Wibble. Perhaps a trout swallowed it for a time then regretted the snack later on, in passing. Down the Ribble to Lytham, where it may have been found and used for some years by a tramp lady, pushing a-one of those soopermarket trolleries into which detritus of various kinds finds its way.
One day the tramp lady gets so drunk she too loses the fine eye, which feels some relief, not having wanted to see the things the tramp lady got up to when no one else was looking. Out into the Irish sea, for a swim past Blackpool beaches, playing dodge-the-floaters, and eventually across to Haverigg, where a prison officer discovers it and uses it to frighten naughty prisoners by lowering it on a string through the ventilator into their cell, just as they are indulging is a regular pleasure which is nevertheless forbidden.
But how did the rascal get across Lakeland to The Solway Firth? Here is the real mystery - although by now that eye may have learned a means of self-rolling, enabling a slow climb up over Black Combe then onward, ever onward, to The North, greeting walkers it met with a cheery leer.
DId it give you a wink when you found it, as it told you, "I've been looking for you."
Cugel
