Today I learnt a very valuable yet painful lesson. After another tiresome trek across this rugged terrain I became excited by the sound of rushing water from a waterfall. I was by this time at a very steep incline that led me high up into the cliffs that look out over the Bruinen.
A large trunk of a tree lay across the gaping depths below as a means of allowing a traveller, or I guess less savoury sorts, cross to the other side. Very handy.
It was however here that I had my little accident. At first I danced a little on the makeshift bridge. As I got braver and braver, I dangled precariously on the edge, still doing my little Hobbit steps. And then it happened. Before you could shout “Pashbo don’t be so stupid” I lost my footing and fell deep into the cold waters that lay below, incapacitating me for sometime.
So, fellow travellers, when you feel the need to dance with excitement, I would recommend doing so in an elvish hall or hobbit festival, and most certainly not on a cliff-top bridge!
Hopefully by tomorrow both my body will feel less battered and my ego less bruised!