This isn’t a good place to be if you need cheering up today…
We liked Pingu on television as much as the next family with young children. We had some Pingu books, too. But there is one, the title of which I’ve forgotten, which I always found almost impossible to read. It’s the one where Pingu and his friend go walking and fall down a crevasse. They have to slowly work their way out again, and show a lot of bravery. And as it’s a book for toddlers, they don’t slip to their deaths.
Today it’s fifteen years since a friend of mine and her husband had a very similar experience, the difference being that their falls were fatal. They were climbing in the Canadian Rockies, and when I say climbing; think ice axe and all other gadgets on the most advanced slopes and ‘paths’. I’ve kept the cuttings from all the major papers, where they made the front pages, but find I still can’t read about it.
I just felt that Eva and Luke and their unborn baby needed to be mentioned again, somehow. It feels strange to think how soon the years pass.
And I continue to find climbing and ice adventures hard to read. Geraldine McCaughrean’s The White Darkness was a borderline case.
Do others have similar reactions to seemingly ordinary topics?