Encountering the crest #3

I stopped at the edge of the water and looked across at the pathway snaking up the hill. “I’m not up for it,” I said. Jon was staring at something indiscriminate in the foreground while Simon lay across his pack, sunning his bare chest. “I know everyone’s tired,” replied Rich, “but it was always going to be a […]

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Encountering the crest #1

It must have been 6am when I unzipped the tent, or thereabouts, judging by the grey light that draped across the mountainside. The two bodies that were crammed in next to me lay motionless, matted hair sprouting from the top of sleeping bags. I slipped on my boots and staggered out into the cool, morning […]

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