For my Mum's 50th she wanted to get everyone to meet at the topo of Snowdon (some walking some on the train). She wanted to go over Crib Gogh (narrow ridge, I'd post a picture but none of them make it look as scary as it was!), and as most others wanted to take an easier route, my Boyfriend and I said I'd go with her. I don't like heights. Half way along the ridge was the closest I've come to a panic attack. My legs were shaking so much I could barely balance so was mainly crawling which meant looking down. I was scared to go back, didn't want to go on, but the only other way off the ridge was calling mountain rescue and I wasn't going to do that! To make it worse there were people just strolling along the top of the rigde like it was nothing!
Was a great feeling reaching the end of the scary bit. And a little bit of me would like to go back and do it again.Though my boyfriend has said he won't come with me, as he said my legs were so shaky he was conviced I was going to fall at any minute.