We would sit there discussing which cliff, which fishing rockbase, which airy void we would monkey around on today. All of us all of fourteen. We liked the blackfish best, the striped Luderick.
Sometimes we followed him a little way along to the first ledge before losing our enthusiasm. Lester though would amble along the airy ledge and swing down on one of the steel bars that led to another lower level
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