Julius and I were each attached to an elaborate harness that stayed on throughout, which made moving around somewhat cumbersome, but on the upside did prevent us from rolling off the ledge in our sleep.Â
Once we were both settled, backpack attached to the rope that suspends the ledge, seated on opposite sides so as to steady it, dinner was served; a three-course meal that was lowered to us from above, in shifts, by way of a bucket; delicious vegetable soup to start, followed by a tupperware vat of spaghetti, and a chocolate pudding to finish.Â
After all that was cleared, and we had clambered into our sleeping bags, Kevin whizzed down to erect a tent contraption over the top of us, turning our ledge into a rainproof capsule, before delivering a brief safety lecture. We were to sleep top-and-tail, so as to evenly distribute our weight, and not under any circumstance remove our harnesses, especially not to fornicate. âIt wouldnât be the first time Iâve had to rescue a naked couple whoâd flipped the ledge,â he told us. If we needed to use the loo, we could call him at any time of the night, and he would help us climb back up and then back down from the top, which sounded like a tedious ordeal that I hoped to avoid.Â