Sheep.

What do people usually associate with sheep? Wool? Socks? Wales?

Or a fear of impending doom?

As we confidently misread our map and crossed the stile onto what we didn't realise was a gorgeous, private farm, we felt a small, but impactful, change in the air. Something felt wrong.

Something felt...tense.

We glanced towards our left, across the luscious green grass, and noticed the cute sheep happily chewing away. As we inched closer, we began to notice - so did they.

We turned to each other in confusion, not understanding the changes in their expressions. Their indifferent nonchalance slowly, yet swiftly, began to transform into a targeted anger. Targeted at us.

Closer and closer we walked until the leader of the herd suddenly charged towards us, bleating to the top of its sheepish lungs as a war cry to summon the others to join him in battle.

We could see the headlines.

'Death by sheep.'
'Schoolgirls trampled by sheep'
'Teen schoolgirls sheepishly fail to outrun raging herd.'

We raced back to the style and flung ourselves over without a care for damage control. Poor Aqsa, absolutely scared to death, heaved her bulging backpack off her shoulders and leapt over the fence - literally, for her life.

As we landed to safety and clutched our knees, breathing heavily with adrenaline still pumping throughout our bodies, we stood straight, looking at the expression of relief in one another's faces, then burst out with exploding laughter. We knew that this frightening experience would be something we somehow fondly remembered in the future.

Had The Duke of Edinburgh not created this program, I wouldn't have had one of the funniest and most rewarding experiences of my life.