Care-full but Carefree

The long drive to Ogmore was numbed by the overwhelming feeling of anticipation and excitement any child feels on their way to the beach. The promise of sun, sea, icecream and relaxation is enough to make anyone shake with unbridled eagerness. But none of these things could compare to the promise of climbing the cliff. I had prepared, loading my waterpistol, donning my combat trousers and inhereted military shirt my Grandad had given me and wearing my beloved Dr.Martines. I quietly told my friend about its height as we sat in the back seats, our words obscured by the gentle hum of the cars engine. I remember him worrying, he told me he didn’t want to climb it but wouldn’t mind watching.

We arrived after my mother traversed the meandering roads of the rural Welsh landscape. We parked in a secluded carpark, a complete rotation yielded the familiar sight of dense greenery excluding a single path which led into the vast expanse of the sand filled wasteland. We began to walk, leaving my parents to take their own separate, safer path as we wandered, climbed and laughed as we slid down the towering sand dunes. A couple of hours past, and then we saw it.

I had constantly bragged to my friends at school about how I had climbed it before. I felt my friends lifted expectations to see me courageously tackle the cliff as we approached it. It’s looming shadow stretched towards the seemingly infinite expanse of the ocean, its ominous height only accentuated by the perilously jagged rocks that lay beneath. I began to climb, the feeling of cool, sharp stone felt so familiar to my tiny hands as I began to work my way up. I reached the mid point, feeling a sense of accomplishment I looked back to glance at my friends shocked expression as he began to yell, his words muffled by the sharp prevailing wind that swept across.

As I looked back I moved my hand, I felt the harsh wind gust through my fingers as my boot slipped on the moistened rock. I remember the sensation of falling, it seemed to last an eternity as I felt adrenalin pumping through my body. A feeling overwhelmed me, one I had not experienced since my last trip to the hospital for life changing surgery. It was a feeling of losing all control, a sensation that simultaneously empowers and strips you to your very core. The sound of my friends screams disappeared in this moment, as did the sound of the waves and the wind. I remember throwing my hands forward, catching one of the tiny ledges, my fingers bending and straining as I caught myself before a fatal fall. Since that moment I have only felt this sensation once, but that is a very long story.

I hope you enjoyed, this was my first post via the Daily Prompt, it brought back a very interesting memory which I hope you enjoyed reading.



via Daily Prompt: Careful


Author: Daniel Gibbon

This site is dedicated to sharing experiences I have had, the good and the bad. I am an aspiring blogger, graphic designer, photographer and director with some interesting experiences to share. I have generated all content on this page from scratch through drawing, creative writing and photography. Stick around and enjoy the lucidity of life.

2 thoughts on “Care-full but Carefree”

    1. Thanks! I have tried putting it into words but I think it’ll take some time. It’s great to hear that you enjoyed it, some of these stories have been locked away for a while.


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