Imagine a whole week in the isolated outdoors of: lakeside, Lake Windermere, Cumbria (well I really did) it had been a long journey and I was full of nerves, anxiety and excitement but to my surprise so was everyone else. I loved each and every one of the activities but my highlights were: the king swing - my first and favourite activity however nothing could beat the climbing. At first I was terrified but then Allister (our instructor) said’’ it was my go, don’t wimp out’’ I muttered as I took my first step onto the slippery rock face. Next was the part where you swapped your feet I dug my fingers deep into the rock face, determined to hold my body weight. Finally with one frantic pull and push I reached the top point, a huge wave of relief washed over me, as I casually abseiled down. Second was the proper abseiling station, full of confidence and excitement I rushed down it, then al said ‘’ why don’t you try the pros wall (I wasn’t a pro) but said yes all the same! Before I knew it, I was off the ground hanging on the slimy rock for dear life ; it was hard , treacherous but I cared on going ,same pace- same level of confidence, after what felt like years of bitter perseverance, I reached the peek (or what felt like the summit of Mount Everest!) Happy and overwhelmed I abseiled down ,and decided to treat myself to a second go at the abseiling station, confident or maybe too confident I started, in what felt like no time at all I reached the overhang but my footing slipped and everything went black and horribly wrong… Terrified, I opened my eyes hoping I had somehow dreamed it, but no, I was in a nearby bramble bush mid-air halfway down opposite to the overhang. All of a sudden I heard a call from below ‘
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