Touching the void?

Oh my goodness..I went for a walk today.
Did I say a walk?
I really mean a slide..a totter... a slip.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. My husband went off with a friend to the Irish music session 30 miles away and I went out with his wife.
Up the road then down a public footpath which goes through the grounds of a beautiful house. Well I just hope they weren't in because I was clinging to the ivy just outside their window,grimacing with the effort, then when the ivy ran out I was hanging onto their laurel, then their extremely posh car, and instead of using the correct route we took a shortcut through the shrubbery which was too thick for the snow therefore too thick really for a shortcut.
We attained the canal bridge but had to use our backsides to slip down on to the canal towpath all the time wondering if we would end up in the ice, or under it and clinging to the wall, the stile, the barbed wire, the prickly bushes ...each other..the dog..
Of course all this was accompanied by hysterical laughter...and fear..
There was no going back .
Two hours later we sat and drank tea and congratulated ourselves.