I sat still on my pillar , eying a crumbling crack .
I imagined filling it full of gear and wrapping the rope around me like some Victorian climber and saying to Caff twenty , or thirty feet below , ' on belay . '
Sitting still on my pillar , eying a crumbling crack , I imagined filling it full of gear and wrapping the rope around me like some Victorian climber and saying to Caff twenty , or thirty feet below , ' on belay . '