Jane’s Thorn

Jane’s Thorn

Huddled shivering under a tent skin, on the snowy heather of Bleaklow. My heart racing with a mind of its own. A phone signal! Emergency call, help on the way. Familiar faces of Glossop Mountain Rescue Team, appeared with oxygen. Surreal sleigh ride, snugly cocooned, flying on their shoulders down to the waiting ambulance. Thanks.

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