Count Me Out

On a recent trip to Stanage I used up all nine lives on Count Me Out. Nine big falls above gear. Hitting the ground, landing on my belayer, popping nuts, and ripping cams smacking me in the mouth. The whole nine yards. An epic two hours for 15 metres of grit.

Call me crazy, but count me in for some more of the same!

All for a Good Woman

"How's your training going?"... "Why haven't you posted anything on your blog?"... "If I were you I'd climb every day, why don't you get out and do more?" I haven't been very communicative recently as I've been having an illicit affair with A Good Woman Called Mari. She's proving to be a bit of an ice-maiden.

The Ice Cave at Clarach

I've gotten to second base. Third base is still proving difficult to steal, but I've got my hand on the prise a couple of times. However I've yet to mount the final push for fourth. Why am I bothering? She's above my class, but it makes the game that much sweeter. Unfortunately I'm still a punter as her grade was done by the French in the 50's, and she's a bit tired out. So what training have I been doing for this? Dave Macleod cleared snow for his warm-up on Echo Wall. Another good warm-up is clearing rocks from the base of your problem.

It also makes for a soft sandy landing when she spurns your moves. With any affair you have to remember to enjoy the chase and the romance...

Sunset at Clarach Bay