Sunday, 16th The air is dead still as I arrive first at the gate at 5am. The sky is bright with a few clouds – just right for Lake Panic. 5.30am and I set off ahead of the pack, turning…
Sunday, 16th The air is dead still as I arrive first at the gate at 5am. The sky is bright with a few clouds – just right for Lake Panic. 5.30am and I set off ahead of the pack, turning…