As I stumble down the steep ravine, clods of mud stick to my shoes and I have to try (quite unsuccessfully) to clutch the tall grasses on the makeshift path to get my balance, trying not to look down…
The path is treacherous, cut into the side of a river bank, and every step makes me more aware that I do not like heights. At all. By the time I reach the bottom, I have nearly fallen three times. I am relieved, flustered and more than a little humbled.
