Picked up from high above Cheddar Gorge in Black Rock country. It was a miserable day and very muddy but that didn't deter us from our walk. Took Mr Ferret and a non-caching friend who used to be a teacher. You can tell that by the way she took charge of the root. So you tell your friend you're in safe hands, although it would appear you have lost half of your beak. Obviously the beast of The Gorge has been out.