Where do you draw the line between doing something dangerous and staying safe?
How do you define danger?
Something that can kill you,
This weekend I am off to do something exciting, an ultimate adventure, something you have to be 18 to do which must mean it is serious stuff?! Something dangerous.
My brother and I have been desperate to go snowholing for the past two years, and so for Harry’s 18th birthday I’m taking him to The Cairngorms to give it a go.
We are likely to be walking past the site where three people died earlier this year from an avalanche, we will be trekking up snow filled mountains, spending the afternoon digging our home in the snow and then attempting to get some sleep in our perfectly formed snowhole. Yup, I will be sleeping in a homemade igloo!
I wish I could have taken a photo of my friend’s faces when I asked them if they would like to join me, they looked a little bit like this…
and they responded with a resounding, ‘Erm, NO! ARE YOU CRAZY?!’
Well yes, I am a little bit crazy (as is my brother), but it’s the crazy that keeps us sane. A little bit of danger never hurt anyone and to me this weekend isn’t dangerous, it’s fun, it’s exciting!
I’m sure Jeremy Bush didn’t go to bed last week thinking, ooo I better not sleep here tonight I might fall into a sinkhole … but against the odds, he fell into a sinkhole and well that was that. Danger is everywhere – walking the streets, driving my car, eating beef, travelling alone… so a life without danger is really no life at all.
I am snowholing with Tarmachan Mountaining this weekend and can’t wait.