Pointing to a brilliant very loooong 7c.
beautiful chipped stairs.
Stairs again, different ones.
A big group of kids (young people) lots of climbing done, they loved it, makes me proud to be able to share a passion.
As I look back through the years there are so many people to admire. I often wonder where people are and what they are up to.
Looking at this commemorative plaque always makes me feel small and puny. I nearly always stop to pay homage to this unrepeated swim. What do you think? The plaque is on the way back from one of my favourite cliffs to climb and I regularly dive where Nicky landed.
Swimming more than 90 km, can't be easy, doing 8b with a rope sometimes has been very reasonable for me, and boulder problems even hard ones are over in the blink of an eye and the flick of a wrist!
Celia and myself in the days when we used to jump off bridges, cables, and high things. Also in the days when I wore scarfs!
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| Toe is a bit trashed still, putting on climbing shoes hurts, and pressing up on foot holds kills. |
