To avoid this I had the bright idea of putting the torch on my dog, this did little for my vision but meant I could at least keep track of the dog as we ran over the moor.
As things got darker and I tripped over my third sheep I knew I had to get the torch back from the dog to see the final miles home, but when I took it from around his neck I realised it was covered in what felt like mud but was in fact confirmed to me by my nose as fox shit!
So, I spent the last couple of miles home stumbling around in the dark smelling like a foxes arse, I knew I had been putting it off for a reason!