Somebody has to keep these mountain rescue teams busy
It reminded me of an instant a few years back. We were with a group, part way up on one of the Lakeland fells, it was winter, and snow was forecast for the following day. The centre radioed us to say that it had started to snow back at base and we decided to abandon the trip. On the way down we met two young Spanish guys, not as inappropriately dressed as in this photograph, nevertheless in trainers and city overcoats. We stopped and they spoke no English. Amanda back at the centre did, and we radioed her to talk to these guys and warn them about the incoming weather. They chose to ignore our (her) advice and carried on up the hill.
When we got back to the centre I called a mate of mine who was in the local mountain rescue team to tell him about these individuals. A few days later I got a call back from him to say that at 2300 that night, the B&B where they were staying had called the police worried and the team had had to be mobilised, find them and fetch them back, Numptys!