Originally Posted by
mr brightside
On a more entertaining note, i was walking back to the wooden bridge on the top path in Strid Wood, and decided the bottom path would be quicker, but there wasn't a path down so descending the steeply wooded banking was the only option. It started well, but the fluffy Terra Preta soon gave way to that awful, clogging, light brown clay crap. I was hurtling downhill with fully clogged studs, flailing away like a stricken Tea Clipper; i may as well have been wearing rollerskates. True to proper fell running tradition i just sped up hoping to ski it and stay upright, like you do with scree. It was pointless trying to brake, the only way was with more speed. I crashed through a thicket of nasty whipping bushes and burst out onto the bottom path half on my arse and half on my left hand, much to the concern of bank holiday walkers who whooped and cooed as i appeared out of the undergrowth. I walked away seemingly unscathed, but soon realised i had reopened a glass cut wound on my hand and had to go the the pavillion to get some steristrips. I'd also been whipped on the eyebrow quite hard by a twig at some point and was bleeding there too. I'm proud of myself though, i never gave in once in the face of certain peril, and realising i couldn't slow down simply just sped up and went on instinct. I think i earned a badge today, certainly earned tea and cake at buffers.
