Reminds me of a D of E practice I did in the Lakes a long time ago, in a previous millennium. It was wild, wet and windy, and one night we camped somewhere up the dale from Brotherilkeld. We were fine in the tent, even though it was lashing with rain, but we could see some poor guy trudging slowly down through the dale, absolutely drenched. As he got close to our tents, he tripped and fell headlong into a muddy patch, face down. We had a bit of a giggle, then after a few seconds we were a bit concerned as he hadn't moved a muscle. However, it WAS raining very heavily, and I guess that's the reason we debated whether it was worth getting wet just to check that the guy was alive and conscious. Anyway, he got up, covered in mud, and trudged even more slowly onwards.