Hide and Scent

What's this? Brazingly dumping my gardening jacket onto some heathland on Beauty Hill and walking away like a lowlife litterbug fly tipper?

Only because it was a prearranged drop and I would be reunited with it later after mountain rescue dog Jib had used it for training for seek and find.

Sadly, the real life, low life countryside flytippers are rife at the moment.