'I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, I'm going to fall,' I trembled as my hands gripped onto the rough rock surface with all my might. I was panic-stricken. All I could think about was my fatigued arms failing me and tumbling off the boulder. Fear consumed me, I began... Continue Reading →
Rock climbing in the Peak District
Precariously placing all my bodyweight on my right toes against a tiny indent in the rock face, I leapt up in a bid to reach a section of rock which may or may not provide a nice grip for my right hand. It turned out to be the latter. My toes slipped during the dynamic... Continue Reading →