Ow!

That was fucking sore. Not so much the grazes but the nettle stings. H. and I have been down the Braidburn with Reekster as usual, today collecting the free Bramley apples dropping off a couple of trees on the steep slope near the Rave Quarry. H. shinned up the tree and was plucking the fruit and dropping it down to me on the slope, when I lost my footing and rolled down about 15 feet of scree, hawthorn and nettles. Apparently I didn't make a sound as I tumbled, but it sure stings now. The photos don't do justice to the real appearance, due to bad contrast.