I had a rather strange sheep rescue experience last year (Twighlight zone music plays......)
I now live in darkest Cornwall but, back in the day I used to live in Yorkshire and spent a lot of time digging in the Dales. Anyway; last year I was back in the Dales for Barry Andrew's funeral. The day after the funeral Elaine Hill and I had planned to do Committee Pot up on Leck. However when the time came neither of us could really be arsed to go caving so decided to go for a walk on Leck instead. Back in the late 90s the Airedale CC diggers (in the main Me, Alan Bolton, Perce Lister and Barry Andrew) did quite a lot of digging up on Leck. One of our projects was a thing called Valentine Sink which was a timbered shaft we'd sunk in a shakehole in the dry valley below Gavel.
Elaine and I decided to take a stroll over the fell to look at Valentine. When we found the shakehole it was full of nettles. Hacking our way down into the shake hole found the shaft top undisturbed and pretty much as I'd left it in the late 90s, covered in corrugated iron with a couple of scaff poles. Given how secure the top of the shaft was we were more than a little surprised to find a sheep at the bottom of the shaft. Fortunately there was an old lifting strop in the dig so we were able to manhandle the sheep out of the dig. It then promptly legged it across the fell.
Reflecting afterwards it seemed remarkable for a number of reasons (a) I am one of the only people who had any interest in the hole (b) I was up in the Dales for the first time in a decade (c) Elaine and I made a last minute decision not to go caving and go for a walk instead. Add to that the fact that the shaft top was totally secure and the odds against the sheep being found are mind boggling.