Stacey, my eldest daughter, is spending Easter with her dad. She texted me yesterday with, “I just almost accidentally killed dad.” I refrained from replying, “Pity you hadn’t!”
It turns out they’d walked almost 20,000 steps over 30 flights of stairs. They are climbing up to the Forts on Magnetic Island.
This reminds me of the time I actually did collapse from heatstroke on a hike in the same place. I was 18. Someone carried me to the main road.