Climbing to therapy....
Our house is nestled in an old chalk quarry bank. Sometimes huge lumps of chalk tumble down from the cliff face and land in the drive. One was huge, the size of very a large human head and more. Because the quarry is pretty deep it is also pretty steep and because roads are never direct, to get to where you want to be takes much longer than if you could fly direct. I realised that as the crow flies my new therapists house is pretty much at the back of mine and a little way along a hugely overgrown footpath. I would like to walk to therapy, much nicer than driving. But I don't want to have to walk for 30 minutes in order to get around the houses, and I am not ever going to be able to fly because I tried and tried for months when I was 6, and even with all the practice I put in I never left the ground.
Sooooo, I have got a rope. Or rather Stray gave me her rope. I then took the long walk around the road up to the footpath and along the quarry edge. On finding a suitable route I attached said rope around a strong tree and threw it down.
Its a little slippy at the moment, due to the rain. (had you noticed?). but I managed to absail safely down the rope to my house. Tada! So now I can climb to therapy and absail home. What an adventure it will be.
To give some scale, top to bottom in this picture is 25 metres