Hey guys, new here so this is going to be a heck of a first post but I reckon I possibly had the worst wild camping experience imaginable!
A fried and I camped on Dartmoor, close to Princetown a couple of years ago in September and it poured with incredibly heavy rain the whole time. We had planned to stay for 3 nights but after the second night we elected to call it a day and retreat to his house in Exeter for some hot food and a few pints at the local pub. We set off in the morning cold, wet and exhausted but in fairly good spirits in anticipation of some warm and dry conditions. We headed up to the road as we thought it would be easier to hike the couple of miles back to where we had left the car than yomping across the moorland. As we were about a mile from the town, we heard a lady crying for help so we set off in her direction, only for her to shout for us to run and come quickly so we ditched our packs by the side of the road and started running as best we could towards her. I am not sure how to explain this in a way which doesn't come across as indelicate so please forgive me but basically when we got there, it turned out that the lady's sister had taken an overdose the night before in her car in what transpired unfortunately to be a successful suicide attempt. My friend and I had to smash the car window and lift the poor woman out of the car and attempt in vain to resuscitate her until the ambulance arrived. I will spare you the details but suffice to say to was a very traumatic experience made much more distressing, if that's possible, by the presence of the poor lady's, understandably, distraught sister. Not sure what else to say really As you can imagine that ended up being quite a memorable trip but for all the wrong reasons.