The Cycle of Craptitude
I have (had?) a love/hate relationship with climbing. I generally wouldn’t climb much over winter – the rock is wet, and cold, and even my preternaturally warm hands suffer. As […]
I have (had?) a love/hate relationship with climbing. I generally wouldn’t climb much over winter – the rock is wet, and cold, and even my preternaturally warm hands suffer. As […]
Three days (and a shade under 50km) later, we have completed our hut-to-hut hike. It’s been marvelous – the scenery is stunning, the company is good and after the grim […]
I’m walking in some of the most spectacular mountains in the world, but for all I can see I might as well be in a poorly-levelled car park. I’m swaddled […]
“The shower was more painful today. My scratched-up knees and sunburned calves were strong contributors, as were my aching shoulders, grazed forearms and squished feet. Day two of the Peak […]
Yup, another one of them climbing posts. F5 is a grade of sport climb – the grades go from 1 (stairs) to 9b (blank piece of overhanging rock polished to […]
Trad climbing. The art of sticking bits of metal into similarly-sized cracks in rock, clipping them to ropes, and then hoping you don’t have to test your metal-bit-wedging skills by […]
“It’s as if all of my head was a library filled with books, and they have all fallen off the shelves and I don’t know how to put them back.” […]
“You’re clinging to a face, left hand on a solid hold, right foot wedged sideways against an vertical line and the other stood precariously on a centimetre-wide ledge. Your right […]