‘Get in the cage.’
Through the metal bars I can see two large Lions, padding sullenly round in a tight circle.
‘I don’t think I want to…’
I gingerly open the heavy steel door. Whiplash stares from two sets of eyes, emerald, hungry as fire, suddenly sting me cold.
But I push forward on tense legs, inching forward, deafened by my own heart.
Then I am inside the cage.
The door clangs shut behind me…I am locked in.
What am I blethering on about?