Being alive and in one piece.

I did an "in praise of people falling over" a while back. You know, the sort where it seems hard-wired in our brains to laugh. We happily spent most of Saturday proving this point, on the ice up the Wrekin, re-enacting Harold Lloyd sketches with even Bobby joining in.

There is that other sort of falling over though - the one where bystanders put their hands to their mouths, or scream even. I did one of those yesterday, falling down some rocks whilst descending Ashes Hollow - an old english header with somersault and pike. To everyone's surprise (most of all mine) I got up virtually unscathed and we managed to get off the Long Mynd without recourse to the Air Ambulance.


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