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October 23, 2010
The top of the world, around us anyway. The top of my feelings, especially for the situation. Previously, we'd seen the grey breath of the storm enveloping the land below us in it's inescapale tendrils. It was ineviatably going to hit us, but we were caught totally off guard. A flash and a bang later our screams pierced the air as the gunshot of thunder scattered all rational thought to the death grip of the wind. Then we ran. The liquid hail pummeling us, our screams whipped away by the wind...

As was said, 'This isn't a bloody nature programme!'