Category Archives: Climbing day trips

You may recall Howsie was considering not climbing on Friday this week.  However, once the boys had left for school he found himself home alone, with Nadia out until mid-morning.  Indicating to me that he may crack on with a bit of gardening, I planted a seed of my own.  Suggesting we could spend anContinue reading “Taking a rain check”

Despite how I ended my post yesterday, Howsie and I kept messaging each other with ideas of how we may be able to retrieve our gear.  Unfortunately, we didn’t know anyone close enough to ask them to pop out.  There were however two other possibilities.  Howsie said he may head down with the family onContinue reading “Going shopping”

There’s no avoiding it, some weeks life just gets hectic.  This was one of those for Howsie.  Planting season in the natural resource management sector is very much at the mercy of the weather.  As a result of the way the seasons have been this year, it has been hard to prepare sites and nowContinue reading “Weighing up the cost”

Another cool and crisp morning greeted Howsie, David, Josh, and myself.  There was hardly a breeze and stunning morning hues, as we wandered along the beach towards Moses Rocks.  It was time to for me claw back some hours, and a Friday morning out seemed like the perfect way to use those hours.  Josh hasContinue reading “The comfort zone”

Today we welcomed a newcomer to our local climbing crew.  David arrived from Ireland a few months back, and as yet had not had much success in meeting climbers.  It is however small world, and he happened to be working with Ash’s partner.  And while Ash has not been out climbing with us for whatContinue reading “Putting my feet up”

With a near full (office) work day under my belt, I was able to slip out the house at 11am.  The drive to Howsie’s was way busier compared to the earlier times we normally head out.  And it was also that way when we drove out of Bunbury and up the hill towards Collie.  However,Continue reading “Brain power”

The term ‘lost at sea’ is a bit of a misunderstood saying.  It was linked to Davy Jones’ locker in 1791, when an article in the newspaper called the Chester Chronicle said ‘to be within Davy Jones’s locker was to be lost at sea’.  It was originally used to refer to the final resting placeContinue reading “Davy Jones’ locker”

Continuing my theory that fresh air is currently even better for me than usual, and because it is a public holiday I headed and out again.  Or was it more because regardless of how I feel, and as long as I am able too, I will always prefer being outdoors rather than indoors.  Truth beContinue reading “Sometimes adequate is good enough”

I hadn’t picked up on the silence last Sunday, as I battled hard on the steep unforgiving walls at Welly Dam.  Not from the lack of people, but the lack of birds.  I thought it may have been as a result of the quicker pace I take when top rope soloing, meaning I’m on rockContinue reading “Having a laugh”

Today’s plans to head out for a walk, followed by a feed, with Lisa were scuppered.  When yesterday she started to feel unwell.  Rather than rattling about the house feeling restless, which would not have provided a relaxing environment to aid her recovery, I aimed to get out.  An unsettled forecast meant the decision ofContinue reading “Hanging by a thread”