... a wetsuit is made to protect you from bitter waters. Strangely however, the suits flung on a trailer which we were told to wriggle ourselves into left me feeling helplessly exposed. The fluorescent orange shoulder patches were in tatters, and the zips on your back jammed and in some cases were non-existent. In tandem with the mild yet prominent sewerage stench, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. After grabbing a helmet capable of fitting, and struggling to put on a life jacket, we began an ungainly stagger up to the start of our activity. The ascent proved a challenge, the sun relentlessly beating down on the winding track, as I gradually roasted in your life jacket- an oven door firmly shut on your chest. Apart from the sweltering heat, and the wet suit clinging to your limbs, there was the ongoing test of avoiding chunks of sheep droppings, which had ...

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