Grasp hold of the ladder - look out! Loose rung.
Raining hard. Have to hold on - terrified.
Ever so slowly, shaking still ....
Attacked at old empty Armadale swimming pool. Thrown in, hit my head.
Took my money, made off fast. I got up, groggy.
Everything extremely dark down deep end of pool.
Stupid sod I am - should have brought my mobile.
Can't call Crimestoppers! Keep climbing, Conway.
Another rusted ruddy rung.
Proved I'm no Steve McQueen, anyway.
Eureka! Emerging entirely exhausted - exit eastwards.
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