There was a dead sheep in our water supply when we wildcamped Gardoms Edge. We did have filters with us but it was more convenient to use the supply at the Robin Hood pub. Was rude to pass the chance of a refreshing pint anyway.
I remember my first "proper" winter wildcamp on Kinder on my tod. Snow was very deep and bloody hard going, and i didn't have a planned pitch, was just concentration on getting the pics i wanted of Kinder low (bronze age) cairn in the snow. Lost a glove and had to back track as the sun was about to disappear, no flat ground anywhere that would shelter me from the awful wind, so i dropped down onto the Hayfield path to pitch besides it. As i'm pitching the tent reality strikes and the pegs wouldn't go in, despite hitting them with a rock from the nearby dry stone wall, so had to pitch using rocks.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, on returning home i became very ill. O/H who didn't want me to go anyway was full of "told you so" comments until a few days later i found on closer inspection my bladder pipe was quite infested with mildew.
Despite being a bit wet behind the ears back then it wasn't the (relatively, for Ed ) huge hill and weather that nearly killed me, but a tiny barely visible bunch of microscopic twats. The biggest thing i learned on that trip was that small things can really count. Gotta get those right.