Connie, 14The wind whistles down the valley as I clamber up the sheep trail. I look ahead as the gate’s hinges squeak with excitement at its new found movement. Dancing shadows parade on the limestone outcrops as the sun begins to set. I scan the horizon, the hills of the Dansey’s revealing an uncountable amount of yellow shades, boasting of an almost painted look. Huge limestone cliffs border the gully. Crevices appear at my feet. I hug the eroded surface so not to fall into a deep, narrow crack. I take in the calm atmosphere, before turning around and re-entering the limestone maze.