Today's been a bit of a mad 'un. So I'm up on the moors having a rest. Only! dun dun duuuh a few rain drops hit my arms. As I'm basically sprinting down the ravines I'm praying that the rain holds off. As soon as I get back onto the main path it chucks it down, torrential style. On my way back down the main path I spot something moving in the corner of my eye. Turns out it's a dog caught down some 8' deep overflow ditch, crying and shivering. I run up and down the length of the ditch to see if I can find some ladders or some kind of step up to get it out. There's nothing, except a raising water level and a huge cliff of sorts where the water falls into. Thinking the dog might die, I jump down and push it out, waters up to knee level now. It gets out and runs away from me! Thinking I don't want a dog loose in the area (they get shot by farmers) I rip apart my camera bag and get a bit of string off it to use as a leash. Walk the 3 miles to the bus stop, no dogs! Ring up my parents and they're all out at work. So as well as being soaking wet through and muddy and just exhausted I've now got to walk the 6 miles home! The plan is to take her to the RSPCA in the morning. Has no name tag so we don't know what to call her till then!