Dragging another lamb from the flock, he hurled it into the water, and then his foot slipped and he rolled down the slab and fell in the snow.
He got up, badly shaken, and saw that his plan had worked.

Sheep will follow a leader and the flock was straggling down the ghyll behind the lambs.

Kit recrossed the beck and descended cautiously, keeping close to the rocks.

The ghyll is a rough climb in daylight, and summer tourists, trying to cross the fells, often turn back at the bottom.

There is no path and one scrambles over large, sharp stones, some of which are loose and fall at a touch.