The fog hung heavy in the air as I tried to survey my surroundings. Rocks jutted out from all angles, rising sharply into the murky greyness. What to do? Feeling the temperature drop I zipped up my jacket, sat down and lit up a cigarette from a packet I didn't know I had. Where the hell was I and more to the point how the hell did I get here? My mind was blank but strangely I felt quite calm, as if being in this place was perfectly normal. I was positive that I had sat facing downwards and yet I was still looking up. In fact there didn't seem to be an option to go any other way. Onwards and upwards ' isn't that what they say? Standing once more I was aware that the crackle of my burning tobacco was not the only noise I could hear. Stones were being displaced under foot.
