"There was a wriggling tension in the line and then the world simultaneously slowed down and raced away. I remember the tiny sheep a long way below me as the rope went very tight, trapping my fingers and leg against the bulge. The sole sling slid upwards in sickening leaps and my cheap orange cotton trousers started to slide off the block. Then the moment happened."
Peakology learns some lessons...
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