CHILDHOOD — WHERE THE OBSESSION STARTED
WHY?
Some falls
change history.
Some mountains are climbed. Some rivers are crossed. Some waterfalls change history.
Bikes ran in the family long before Howick did — obsessed from age seven, surrounded by cousins who lived on two wheels. My first abseil came in 1994, off a quarry face in Tonbridge — the moment that pulled me toward extreme sports for good.
In 1998, I rappelled down Howick Falls facing forward — bicycle between my legs. Nearly thirty years later, I return to complete an expedition that has lived in my mind ever since.
Three Waterfalls. Three Countries. One Mission.
