Publisher's Synopsis
"The worst trial of all was a section of path which was no more than a narrow ledge, twenty to thirty centimetres narrow, with a drop on one side of perhaps 500 metres and a smooth rock face on the other with just a loosely anchored thin wire to hang on to. Fellow vertigo sufferers will understand the agony of inching along that ledge, imagination running amok causing arms and legs to tremble. How long would hands continue to grip the wire before fingers, disobeying orders, start to.
