Survival of the Fittest

"Get the one at the back, she's a scaredy cat."
"Dindorf, you bastard!"
"Sorry Grace, survival of the fittest and all that, have fun!"

This was just one brief outburst which occurred when half of Team Tomato (Grace and me) plus special guests Charlotte and Ben took on the York Maze Hallowscream, which is very aptly named. (The remainder of Team Tomato, having spent a delightful day of eating, drinking, and merriment with us in York, had booked themselves a nice relaxed date night. I can't say I blame them.)

The York Maze Hallowscream event is a long-running institution with a well-deserved reputation for terror. Which it delivers in droves. I love it. Being a gentle giant, I don't get scared easily (unless you count spiders, falling, or certain video games) so it's great fun to lead the procession of wimps around a horror maze. At points I genuinely jumped out of my skin and without exaggeration one particular encounter caused me to cling to Charlotte to the point of causing her pain. It's a good thing she loves me.