Mountainside

I was dreaming again, only this time in colour of a mountainside. Or if not of a mountain, a hill with a precipitous incline. – The dream took me down to one of those sly little crevices where you expect to see a trapped goat being coaxed by a young shepherd boy. – Only it was me.

Then, like in the Milk Tray chocolate ad (why do I remember that in black and white) - I saw him, a faint figure, on the side of the hill abseiling down.

The question occurred to me:

Has there been an accident?