Went to a cliff which was new to me and very local. Wow quelle surprise, really beau, but oh dear, felt so weak in the 28 degrees in the shade, and a slippy, slimy, oily rock. Felt a bit embarrassed at the lack of excellence and then got over it and stopped moaning and just enjoyed it, after all you need to be able to climb greasy rock, and you need to take repeated unexpected falls.
A slight breeze made things easier for the others later on in the evening, but I was too tired to use it.
Inigo our guest, had the a similar experience today, unexpected, and unused to using his feet on sloping or blank rock he over pulled, and quickly became pumped. Still and all, of course he has to learn, but it's not intuitive to push more on your feet when the foot holds lack shape or adhesion.
Back at the house an old fore arm work out had me using half the weight, again, embarrassing!
This final photo shows the richness of my local landscape and rock, the harsh grades are the only harsh things for miles and miles, great people who are frank without being rude, no pretense in the landscape of the hills and the human population full of humanity rather than selfishness.
