A few years ago, we were sitting at the bottom of Pavey Ark having a sandwich after a good morning’s climbing once when a man came running up to us accusing us of having stolen his malt loaf. Apparently he’d been sat on Jack’s Rake when he dropped his malt loaf and the last he’d seen it was headed for us.
He ranted and raved for some minutes before he communicated that said malt loaf was still in his pack and in fact he’d chucked the whole rucksack off Jack’s Rake. Rather glad that it hadn’t hit us we decided to call it quits and go for a pint however he chased after us shouting about his “Delicious Malt Loaf” and insisting that we climb up to rescue it. We asked where it had gone and he just pointed randomly up at the cliff, somewhere to the right of The Crescent.
After some minutes he resorted to accusing us of theft again and then announced that he would climb the cliff to rescue his malt loaf. We stayed and watched in case a situation was about to occur but fortunately he couldn’t work out how to get off the ground and stormed off shouting about thievery.
I’d never realised before that I’d met Hora but now it makes such sense.