My goal was to take a holiday from the pain and worry of being a self-conscious being, able to regret the past and worry about the future.

I was able to keep up for maybe a kilometre or so on this migration down the side of this kind of rocky mountain, and then they just left me in the dust.

So I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up to them and eventually I found them again, and it was quite nice, in the actual soft grassy pasture bit.

But actually heading down the mountain was petrifying. Because if I fell I didn’t have any hands to stop me from hitting a rock.