After sweating through a near forty degree Christmas day it felt strange, when just two days later I was stood atop Wilyabrup looking out at a broody ocean with a stiff and chilly breeze cutting across the coast. Last night sat on the sofa doing my very best at being a couch potato, I wasn’tContinue reading “Unintentional avoidance”
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On the road again
Since Lisa and my trip down to Pemberton, I have been living a relatively secluded life in Peppy Beach. The car troubles that started on the return journey took until yesterday to resolve. There were two faults. And due to the wonders of computer managed engines, these days, pin pointing faults and investigating them becomesContinue reading “On the road again”
Making an ass of myself
With a wet weekend ahead and being unable to take Friday off, the option of an early morning before work climb was back on the cards. Having the entire day off, Rongy who initiated the discussions decided to use his full day for more leisurely activities. Howsie was still chomping at the bit, and thereContinue reading “Making an ass of myself”
Smile for the camera
The climbing this morning was on occasion interrupted by text messages flying between John and I about his book. He was busy with last minute edits. Telling me how he was thinking of dealing with my comments, as well as a few other oddities that I had picked up. I was just arriving at theContinue reading “Smile for the camera”
That’ll do
One thing I will never get tired of is watching the world wake up. The pre-sunrise hues may not have been stretching across the skies this morning, but it was still a beautiful sight. The road ahead was taking me towards the light, meaning I was heading east. There is only one climbing destination thatContinue reading “That’ll do”
The purest form of climbing
The title may suggest to some that I am being contentious, but that is not the intent. Like most outdoor pursuits there are many forms of climbing. Speed, sport, and bouldering have being brought to the attention of the wider community through inclusion in the Olympics, but there is also trad, aid, soloing, mixed, ice,Continue reading “The purest form of climbing”
In Tim Finn’s words
After having missed out on joining me at the Northern Blocks last Saturday, Craig was keen to make appearance on rock this week. Something that has sadly become a rare occurrence in more recent years. His tea delivery service has been sorely missed! David and Howsie were keen to, so we set up a chatContinue reading “In Tim Finn’s words”
The damage is done
Chopping and changing is the best way to describe this winter. With what looks like another washed out weekend was ahead of us. So, with more flexitime stacked up than I should have, I took today off. Looking the more promising of the tail end days of my working week. I was also spurred onContinue reading “The damage is done”
Winter wonderland
Another weekday jaunt, and you may be wondering how I managed back to back Friday outings. Several reasons that I won’t dwell on The most important one being that with a soon to be changing job, from August onwards, Howsie will no longer have Friday’s free. At least for his first month or two. NotContinue reading “Winter wonderland”
On the mend
Not quite with it, may be the best way to describe the feeling this morning. Better however than last week, when I was feeling distinctly ropey due to a bug I brought back with me. A phrase I was surprised to find Howsie was unfamiliar with. Admittedly another colloquial phrase from the homelands, but oneContinue reading “On the mend”
Sandbagged 