On day two of the Three Capes walk in Tasmania, which I was looking forward to as the easiest due to being flat, I found myself walking in blazing sun across an expanse of scrub with no shade. Despite drinking regularly from the two litres I was carrying, I started to feel weak, disoriented and desperate.
Eventually I could go no further. It was an unseasonably warm day. I was sweating moderately but not excessively. I became slightly light-headed, and a kind of apathy and despair settled on me, almost like I had lost the will to live. In my tendency for melodrama, I sobbed “just leave me here” to my alarmed husband.