Since there seemed little point in trying to outswim the large fish, we thought that we could pretend to be a log or a large piece of driftwood so large fish would choose to ignore you.
Catrin said that we should poke its eye's out.
Today, they forecasted cloud. They were most definately wrong and we only lasted for about 30 minutes at the crag before admitting defeat.
Instead of eating ice cream and drinking beer we thought we would scare ourselves stupid.
Mildly terrifying, completely naive about having to swim to the start of the route and trying desperately not to think about what the best impersonation of a piece of driftwood would be like.
