I’ve been scanning some of my old photos, I have literally boxes of them, and at least having them as bits of paper means that I still have the technology to view them!
Anyway here’s one that has always been close to my heart. It was taken in April 1990, that’s Everest in the background and I’m lying on the shingle which makes up Kala Pattar. It was the highest point I reached on the Everest Basecamp trek and in my life. I’d been posed on the ground for a while, waiting for my companion to get back from the top, to document the moment. Oh OK, I was absolutely stuffed and wouldn’t have made it to the top for all the chocolate, or gold in China. The top is 5500m so I always claim to have made it to 5300m. I’d finally surcumbed to altitude sickness and was too dizzy to keep walking – even a wide gravel slope, and I knew I’d have to walk a ridge at the top – too dangerous. I couldn’t even stand and wait – so that’s why I’m lying artistically!