Firstly, happy seasonal greetings, even grumps like me can get behind this silly bon homy. Secondly there is no secondly, lets all wish each other the best and mean it! Words are cheap but they are good nice little words, Happy solstice!
Little Emma going for it, a bit cold yesterday but she's tough! This is a Gozo Fisherman's route and she was full of respect for them.
The weather has been a bit all over the place lately, cold, windy, perturbed-like the male violence of most unkind politics and political thieves and bully boys. Any way, good vibes and good times to you all even if you know you don't really deserve it from me!
Fatso descending a skinny stretchy rope to look at a prospective route
The skinny stretchy rope belayed to a small boulder along way away, in between is a big hole so even if the rock was pulled by my enormous weight it would fall down the hole-I reckon!
Don't you love these rocks, on top of a wonderful cliff!
Monday, 25 December 2017
Saturday, 16 December 2017
Benedicto Pacifico Ramirez, by Stevie "the Rat" Haston.
Pacifico I aint, it is something I aspire to, like a new ocean to be explored,if I am unlucky it will be in my next life!
Waiting for a friend to pop!
The questions and doubts about your ability are at once the aspect that is most interesting about hard prolonged climbs or the most soul crushing.
My otherwise heroic body has let me down recently, after doing a couple of good hard routes, my shoulder has decided to be incapable of doing much, or agreeing to even think about doing much. My left knee too. Threats haven't worked!
The Elves came early this Xmass, this one levitates!
Yoga mild and slow, swimming mild and slow, some good food, and certainly I won't be drinking and binging for the stupid festivities to honour a painted idol without any ears. He (for he is a he, so they say) has not listened to me once for my desire to be profoundly strong and healthy.
Waiting for a friend to pop!
The questions and doubts about your ability are at once the aspect that is most interesting about hard prolonged climbs or the most soul crushing.
My otherwise heroic body has let me down recently, after doing a couple of good hard routes, my shoulder has decided to be incapable of doing much, or agreeing to even think about doing much. My left knee too. Threats haven't worked!
The Elves came early this Xmass, this one levitates!
Yoga mild and slow, swimming mild and slow, some good food, and certainly I won't be drinking and binging for the stupid festivities to honour a painted idol without any ears. He (for he is a he, so they say) has not listened to me once for my desire to be profoundly strong and healthy.
Hard work has brought back the splits - normal and box… every time I loose the splits I think they will never come back and then I find them again-just hard work. |
Wednesday, 13 December 2017
Climbing, caving and diving. By Stevie amphibious Haston.
Chalk I am afraid is as different as chalk and cheese, this stuff is the dog's gonads.
If I had a choice today I would be on a sunny high traverse in the Karakorum of Pakistan, but I am just a poor man, though my wishes are often known; my lack of funds allows me time, but not money to squander. Apologies to The Boxer, oh and add training in Thailand under a strict nasty trainer in the jungle to my list of things I wanna do!
Todays dive. Coming out through the little tunnel with little waves in the sand was fairly Nexus 6. |
Too much gear? Not enough gear? Whatever I do, the dog is generally up for it, he sometimes watches the bubbles and swims over, poor thing, shall I get him a mask and a tank? |
Monday, 11 December 2017
The Ogre by Doug Scot review Stevie Haston.
The Ogre is a great mountain complex and beautiful, in this book by Doug Scot it's history and location is all treated with meticulous detail, and love. The Ogre's proper name is Bainth Brakk, not that the Ogre cares that much, history and men, women and egos, will not effect these mountains that much, that is probably one of the reasons we all love mountains -they are above us. One of the things Doug does so well in the book is show how small we are in the context of this huge mountain chain.
The cover is some how inadequate to convey the bulk of this gigantic mountain, the contents do it proud.
I liked this book immensely, and it is a timely reminder of how much Doug Scot has done. I was not a great fan of his when with Dougald Macsporan Haston he conquered Everest on supplementary oxygen in 1975, but in Dougs other many many expeditions he always showed a sense of adventure and massive respect for the mountain and more importantly the people surrounding the mountain. This small book is some how perfect in construction, it is in two parts, the history of the mountain and its location, and the second part, the story (I might even say epic story) of the injuries to Doug and to Chris Bonnington and their slow tortuous decent of the mountain.
Climbing books should have maps, stacks and stacks of maps!
If you haven't been to the Karakorum you are missing something special, the biggest glaciers outside the Antarctic, and the most high mountains in the world. The Karakorum is different from the himalaya proper and this comes out well in the book-although the political ramifications which has affected the area has not been gone into. With this book you get a good glimpse of the area and a detailed account of the Ogre in all its bulky glory. The Ogre is a complex mountain more toad like in its immensity than spire, but it is huge and foreboding. This difficult climb which was repeated some 30 years later to the amazement of the younger Huber brother stands as a very good achievement to that group UK climbers all those years ago.
Doug Scot a great product of his age, countless expeditions and many a good deed.
Doug Scots is known for his climbing, but climbing is just climbing, just as in the book the climbing is secondary to the loyalty of Clive and Mo who literally saved two lives, so it might come as a shock to many that Doug's work in these mountains is really of great importance. As a thank you to the local people Doug set up a charity which brought water to a village and over the years this has saved many lives. Doug with this book is also saying thank you to Clive and Mo. It is great that this story has found a proper place in detail, and is not just a pub tale talked over quickly and then not even known about by the younger generation.
We often forget the people and take mountains out of their own context, the very word Karakorum means black rocks, they were a barrier to trade and war.
Clive and Mo, two guys who were very handy and tough, and in the context of this book brought Doug and Chris back from the clutches of an uncaring Ogre.
I can't say more, I have read the book twice, and will read it many times again, I will gaze at the many fine photos and dream. To talk more of its contents is to rob you of some of the joy. It is great that the book is in two such interesting but different parts, history and actuality. Mr Scot promises to do a few more books like this, one can only hope that they come up to this fantastic standard. Apparently the book was done very quickly, so much credit no doubt goes to other people-I personally thank everybody concerned. You can read this book and be happy, and there is a very big lesson within its pages which should not be forgotten. What is the lesson? Choose your rope mates with care!
Wednesday, 6 December 2017
Scarpa climbing shoes, by Stevie Haston
If I said Scarpa climbing shoes keep getting better, I wouldn't be accurate because its hard to get better than some of there present and even some of their older shoes. Check them out and see if they fit your feet and your needs. Remember in climbing shoes the shape of the last, and the shape of the foot must go together otherwise it's not gonna happen. And remember reviews and reviews are sometimes paid for and some sponsored climbers can lie in 5 different languages! Try lots of shoes /boots on!
Chimera a startling good to absolutely profoundly magnificent!
The surest way to get better is not one arm pull ups, its feeling and understanding the foot hold and levering your body into the correct position for pushing and pulling up wards. Good shoes and understanding the shoe and the rubber will help you enormously.
Drago is a very good steep rock shoe with the most toe rubber around for those funky toe hooks! Single velcro makes it a great bouldering shoe.
Booster can stand on almost anything! Two velcro tabs make it convenient for most things if you size it comfy you should be able to wear it for multi pitch.
Booster, it has a bit more support than I generally need unless theres a lot of edging and on long pitches it becomes more useful to me.
Spend as much time picking your shoes as you can or the assistant will tolerate, its a very important thing to do. Fit is everything, I can tolerate some pain for quite a while but most people can't, but in all cases try to avoid large empty spaces in your shoes, if there is an empty space your ability to push on that part of the shoe is vastly compromised.
Tuesday, 5 December 2017
Apropos of Nuffing, by Stevie half enlightened Haston.
I just saw that Hazel Finley did Salathea free- not much reaction from the climbing plebs. I saw that a girl did 9b-not much reaction from the climbing plebs. It does seem you have to do an awful lot to get noticed if you have the an appendage missing.
the chillies are still growing, all my lettuce, chillies, a few tomatoes, and some greens are grown on two balconies.
There is less of me today than before, yet I think and hope that I am growing. I do my yoga everyday, it's like tending the garden, the sun shines (yes I am lucky), I grow but not side ways, something is growing within.
Shiva is a god in a certain part of the world, Shivling is a mountain!
To see, some times you must open your eyes. When I stared at Shivling 28 years ago I probably ceased to be a climber! I fell in love with mountains when I was young, but when I stared at Shivling I realised that in some way I was the mountain. Today people get embarrassed about talking from the heart more and more. We are told not to help poor people, it will only encourage them, we are told to respect other peoples views when they are clearly and fundamentally cruel, and wrong, we are guided by the payed for media, and our credit, our mortgage!
Rishikesh, go there for a Satsang
I got robbed by monkeys (real monkeys if your wondering if it is a racist remark) on this bridge, they were clever, worked in gangs, used distraction and ambush. I want to go again, not to be robbed, but to listen to wise people. There is a man who speaks here called Mooji, he and I were living in Brixton many years ago, his path led him one way and mine another. I like to think it is a circular path and one day I will catch up with him.
My path led me here, if I live longer, were will I go, who will I be, will I grow?
Why do we still think in terms of skin tone, and clothes? I still think in terms of success, not money, but climbs, and swimming, I still like to try hard-but the one thing you shouldn't have to try hard is how to love your fellow man. One friend this morning Andy Bailey reminded me by a photo of a steel works now long gone of how progressive governments have abandoned much of the UK to poverty, and depression. Another friend Des, showed me the way the earth is represented to give more significance to the UK, and its old Imperial importance. If you fly you can see all this very clearly, I love flying over the British Peak district and looking at its hugely important tiny gritstone edges, they are sometimes hardly higher than a hawthorn hedge! If you compare Burbage Edge to Shivling, or more especially Nang Parbat you might be a bit shocked. I laugh. Mooji and Stevie, Brixton boys, same, same, different paths, one is ahead on the circular path -I think.
the chillies are still growing, all my lettuce, chillies, a few tomatoes, and some greens are grown on two balconies.
There is less of me today than before, yet I think and hope that I am growing. I do my yoga everyday, it's like tending the garden, the sun shines (yes I am lucky), I grow but not side ways, something is growing within.
Shiva is a god in a certain part of the world, Shivling is a mountain!
To see, some times you must open your eyes. When I stared at Shivling 28 years ago I probably ceased to be a climber! I fell in love with mountains when I was young, but when I stared at Shivling I realised that in some way I was the mountain. Today people get embarrassed about talking from the heart more and more. We are told not to help poor people, it will only encourage them, we are told to respect other peoples views when they are clearly and fundamentally cruel, and wrong, we are guided by the payed for media, and our credit, our mortgage!
Rishikesh, go there for a Satsang
I got robbed by monkeys (real monkeys if your wondering if it is a racist remark) on this bridge, they were clever, worked in gangs, used distraction and ambush. I want to go again, not to be robbed, but to listen to wise people. There is a man who speaks here called Mooji, he and I were living in Brixton many years ago, his path led him one way and mine another. I like to think it is a circular path and one day I will catch up with him.
My path led me here, if I live longer, were will I go, who will I be, will I grow?
Why do we still think in terms of skin tone, and clothes? I still think in terms of success, not money, but climbs, and swimming, I still like to try hard-but the one thing you shouldn't have to try hard is how to love your fellow man. One friend this morning Andy Bailey reminded me by a photo of a steel works now long gone of how progressive governments have abandoned much of the UK to poverty, and depression. Another friend Des, showed me the way the earth is represented to give more significance to the UK, and its old Imperial importance. If you fly you can see all this very clearly, I love flying over the British Peak district and looking at its hugely important tiny gritstone edges, they are sometimes hardly higher than a hawthorn hedge! If you compare Burbage Edge to Shivling, or more especially Nang Parbat you might be a bit shocked. I laugh. Mooji and Stevie, Brixton boys, same, same, different paths, one is ahead on the circular path -I think.
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