ROCK-HOPPING A LEGACY
I clung to a sharp, wet, slippery rock and stared across a steep tumble of many more sharp, wet, slippery rocks. ‘Are you alright?’ called Pirate Jones from a safe perch on the other side of the chasm.
‘No, I’m not!’ I yelled back shakily. ‘Don’t just sit there. Come and help me!’
‘Sorry,’ replied Jones, looking suspiciously smug, ‘I can’t reach you from here.’
My own reply was unprintable.
It was near the end of Day 2 of
