But the ferocious wind would not stop it would not stop, it would just keep blowing. My hands started to shake, I couldn’t bare the pain. I fell to my knees; the wind blew stronger and stronger into my face. This was the end I thought. My face fell into the cold white snow. The snow started to fall onto my back, I was being buried alive. Inch by Inch, centimetre by centimetre but then I felt it. The cold hard surface of my helmet, I then used the last of my strength to put on my helmet.