Phil Pascoe
Established Member
My friend and I were 16, hiking on Dartmoor in mid winter. The chap we were with was 23. We were steadily going up a hill when he asked who had taken the map reading, as we should have been down in the valley - he'd done the route before. We said we both taken the reading twice. We went back to where it was taken and we were standing on top of a lodestone outcrop - the reading was 90 degrees out. I wouldn't go any distance in a car without a good road map, even with a satnav, and for years when driving longer distances had a compass stuck to the dash so that if we got lost at least we could be sure we were heading in the right direction.