Wednesday 21 March 2012
Hold On, Just a Little While Longer…
The silence really is deafening. My mouth and eyes are gritted with sand as I lie, face down, pinned to the ground by an enormous weight across my pelvis.
After what seems like an age of silent stillness, I hear my sister’s calmly panicked footsteps as she approaches us.
‘Put your arms round the back of your head, and I will guide her legs away. Hold on just a little while longer’
The air suddenly feels three times heavy with apprehension
‘Penny! Now! Roll away! Quick!’
The imprint of my riding glove from when I had first hit the sand could be clearly seen on my face for several days.
Selma and I had shared a frightening experience and we remained together for a further twenty years.
Each with a bad back!
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