"I"ll go first," Lorna backed over the edge of the ledge and walked herself downwards. "It"s easy" she said. "You next, Christine. Take it easy now."
Christine took a deep breath and followed. Her eyes held mine for the first few feet and then she concentrated on the descent. Lorna caught her as she reached the bottom. I was last and sighed with relief when I hit the ground.
I stopped smiling when Mary screamed again, long and low.
"Come on ladies," Lorna said.
The slope was bare in front of us, speckled with erratic rocks and unutterably bleak, with the mist swirling around, creating strange shapes and unusual patterns. We scrambled down, gasping, scraping knees and shins off rocks, twisting ankles as our feet gave way beneath us and occasionally swearing.
"Look up," Lorna said.
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