by Reginald L. Ottley
Horse and rider edged along the dangerously narrow mountain track. 'Suddenly the horse slipped, going down on his knees, his fore hooves dangling underneath him into space. How he managed to hold himself on that wall-like surface is beyond me. But he did. I swear I could feel him thinking. Time stood still.'
Mr. Ottley describes a ride in the mountains of Fiji on a grey horse that saved his life.