DELVING into the unknown and doing something out of your comfort zone is what keeps us on our toes, writes reporter Nicole Travers-Wakeford.
Variety is the spice of life and, with this in mind, I put myself forward to tackle a terrifying 180ft abseil.
I agreed to take part in the Great Devon Dangle, a fundraising event organised by North Devon Hospice.
While everyone else was tucking into their Sunday lunches, I was getting strapped into a harness ready for my daredevil challenge in Hartland.
"Don't look down" and "trust the rope" were some of the pearls of wisdom people gave me as my knees started to shake and my legs turned to jelly.
After being securely tied to the harness I made my way to the edge of the grey rugged cliff face.
I made a big mistake. I looked down. All I could see were jagged rocks and a sheer drop. My mouth went dry and my stomach started doing gymnastics.
Taking baby steps, I neared the cliff edge and got myself into position and lowered myself down.
Leaning back over the cliff edge did not feel right, I clung on to the rope for dear life.
I took a big step backwards, closed my eyes and hoped for the best. My feet were now parallel with the sheer cliff face.
The hardest part was over, now all I had to do was smoothly shimmy my way down.
Slowly and steadily I abseiled down the cliff to the beach below. The scenery was breathtaking and made me really appreciate what North Devon has to offer.
Once I reached the bottom, I felt a sense of relief. I could not believe my accomplishment.
Everyone who took part in Sunday's abseil should feel proud of themselves. Conquering fears and raising money for a good cause was no mean feat.