Baby Likes Heights

I was six weeks pregnant as we set off on a climbing/camping trip. On this trip I abseiled for the very first time (30 metres) and climbed my longest outdoor route to date (also 30 metres). I gingerly hiked over boulders and through bushes, subtly asking Chris to carry my bags and hold onto the dog's lead without drawing too much attention to myself or the fact that I was trying to take it easy. And then I climbed. And I felt brave and bold and proud of myself. Turns out baby likes heights. And I have a feeling that might be a damn good thing if her dad has anything to say about her future hobbies.