“Two ramblers save kid on beach from certain death.”
A headline dramatic enough to grab most people’s attention, but this story actually involves a young goat. You see, myself and my walking pal Tom, were on our annual rambling club walking holiday in Majorca last year.
On one day’s walk our local guide, while on route, pointed out a rarely visited, not very easily accessible, secluded beach. The nature of the walk was linear, so the option for returning on completion was to take a taxi or bus back to base. But an extended day’s walking with the addition of an off route scramble down to our own private beach was a challenge we could not turn down.
We weren’t very long in the very cool waters of the ‘Med’ and while drying off Tom heard bleating from behind a gap in the cove. We found a young goat standing next to its dead mother who we guessed had fatally fallen down the cliff side.
After considering our options we thought it best to carry it (in turns) to put it with some other herd or herdsman to help its chances of survival. So, many miles later we eventually found a goat pen and left it with heavy hearts and soiled, smelly shirts. But now we had to find our way home. We were soon in deep forest with no map or compass and hoped the futile sound of seagulls would guide us towards the coast and maybe to our seafront hostel.
As the evening encroached, the thought of ever seeing our loved ones again or even worse missing our grilled local sardine dinner added drama to our predicament! Eventually we stumbled upon a cairn we had passed much earlier in the day; but as we were considering which route to take we heard distant voices looming nearer and nearer. We soon recognised them as German residents from our hostel!
By way of saving face I inquired if THEY were lost. “Oh no my friend, I do this route every year with my colleagues”, Peter told me. As our stomachs rumbled the sensible option was taken and we tagged along with them back to base. After a short cool one (shower), and long cold one (beer), first dinner sitting was achieved and those sardines tasted so fresh and sweet. But we passed on the goats cheese- no kidding!