Adrenalin hunters: Riding the Giant Zip at Adrenalin Quarry

I was stood 50 foot above a lake on a small wooden platform, with my tiny five-year old beside me.

Both of us wore harnesses, mine was slightly more unforgiving than hers around the rump.

Behind me in the queue were my nine-year old twins, both dressed in identical garb.

“What does she weigh?” asked the lady beside me.

“20kg” I spluttered nervously, suddenly regretting my decision to be at this place at this time.

She weighs virtually nothing at all.

“Please check and recheck her harness,” I begged, my motherly concern finally coming out of retirement.

“And don’t let him touch his harness please,” I said, gesturing back at Owen who was, fiddling with his harness.

“You’ll be fine” she said, “he will be fine.”

Then 3,2,1 go.

Terror rose in my throat like bile as my five-year old plunged down towards the lake before me. Leaping off my own station I chased after her. My harness zipping down the wire.

“I’m coming Libby,” I called, frantic she would be sobbing, scarred for life as her stupid mother had decided she was old enough to ride a 500 foot zip wire over a dark, unforgiving lake.

My added weight meant I came alongside her quickly. Anxiously I peered across the metre of air that separated us.

“Mummy, this. Is. Amazing!” she screamed, “why do you look so scared?”

Bloody kid has my adrenalin desire pumping through her genes..

My fear was unfounded, five years old and my daughter has got a taste for the extreme. The twins the same.