The day I thought I might die: Part Two - A painful but wonderful kick up the arse!

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Last week I posted the above photo of a brocken spectre and briefly mentioned how I almost came a cropper after seeing my first one.  I’ve since thought it might make a nice piece of writing if I elaborated on that day.

At the end of Part One I left myself injured in a rocky chute on the side of a hill, resigned to my fate.

PART TWO

I know it’s not very good from a storytelling point of view, but I’m afraid I don’t actually remember exactly how I got safely out of the rock chute.

I know that my outstretched arms were starting to tremble from the effort of maintaining my position.  Y’know, that kind of convulsion you get when you go rock climbing and your muscles just can’t give any more?  Yeah it was like that.  I just couldn’t hang on any longer.  I had to let go and release myself, which was obviously against my natural instinct of self-preservation as I knew gravity wasn’t going to be kind to me in this instance.

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The day I thought I might die: Part One - Nobody will ever find me!

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Last week I posted the above photo of a brocken spectre and briefly mentioned how I almost came a cropper after seeing my first one.  It brought back a few vivid (and some not so vivid) memories and I’ve since thought it might make a nice piece of writing if I elaborated on that day…….and here it is :)

PART ONE

The very first time I ever saw one of these curiously beautiful and ghostly apparitions was when I was hiking in the Mamores, near Kinlochleven in the west Highlands.  I’m not very superstitious but I do remember finding it quite unsettling and consciously thinking of it as an omen of some sort.

For no other reason that it was quite spooky I suppose.  But true enough, a few hours later I found myself wedged in a rocky chute, injured and alone on a mountainside genuinely thinking it might be my final resting place on the remote, steep, lonely face of Binnein Mor.

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