Activity Week

Ross Creek (Mountain)

I stared down at my knees dreading what lay ahead. Slowly, I lifted my gaze. I felt like dying right there and then. The rocky path in that lay in front of me went straight up for what seemed like forever. I remembered earlier going through the stout, mossy grey stone pillars, then crossing a sturdy bridge, passing millions of trees. It was bad enough tramping along for what seemed like hours on end. I could feel my powder blue bag start to slip off my limp shoulders. I heaved it up again just as a noisy wood pigeon flew overhead. The path was towering up to the sky, like a forbidding mountain. My heart started pumping, instantly my energy started to dissolve like melting ice-cream or a fading rainbow. I felt as weak as a newborn foal, with its long skinny legs. Slowly I began to climb the immense mountain.

By Amalya

Comic Life- By Isabel