Been there, done that! Several times.
WRT 2018, lost my new Exposure Joystick from the handlebars. Finished the ride then checked back in my photos to see if I could tell when it had gone from the bars, then drove to a point where I had been pushing through some undergrowth and on the second or third pass, there it was.
BaM June 2019, my Gallon Bivvy (8 pubs, 8 pints).
Didn’t notice I’d left my (£16) titanium spork where I’d bivvied on the Long Mynd. On the following October BaM, I was passing my bivvy spot so popped into the woods to the tree trunk I’d sat on to eat breakfast and there it was.
And finally, August 2015, canoeing down the Severn with my daughter and her two sons, we stopped for lunch on a sandy bank then paddled on. While we’d been paddling my wedding ring had been rubbing a blister on my finger so I took it off and put it in my pocket. Unbeknown to me, whilst sitting eating, my ring fell out and was left there. My daughter said that when I realised it was gone, eight miles downstream, I was like a dog that had had its collar taken off. You dog owners will know that look.
Anyway, I had a good idea where it might have been lost so two weeks later we paddled back down to look for it, armed with a kids metal detector and St Anthony. When we got to the river, after a few days of rain the level had risen a good three feet and where we had been sitting was under two feet of water.
Nothing ventured - nothing gained, a few minutes later the metal detector beep-beeped and there was my ring under a thin film of mud. Note the 2015 WRT T-shirt.
Thank you St Anthony,
Three-in-a-row for St Anthony.
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