Thursday, October 20, 2005
Aye as usual, I'm away doing the only thing that's truely important in climbing - actually going climbing. Rubbing noses with the rock as ever, is where it's at - talking about it after, is merely a wheelchair for the brain. First up for the approaching weekend, a main course of Torridon tussling, washed down with a Glen Croe aperitif & a buttie of Reiff soloing on the way home. Torridon will be raging crimps, slopes, aretes & roofs - as usual. My focus is on a few stonking unclimbed lines, & opening up the Neolith - a mad cave roof arena. Next weeks forecast of rain will test if it stays perma-dry, how greasy it becomes in the damp & wether if in anyway, it adopts similar scenarios as the infamous condition of p.d.h.d - Pongo dribbling hold disease... Pat, Finn & myself have recently been busy blethering about a few great soaring unclimbed Clisham gullies this winter...ooerr..somethings afoot. News of anything substantial when i get back...
Update 26 Oct: rain stopped any serious play as predicted. The Neolith cave does indeed seep towrds its outer third. Definately funny in the wet. A return trip is on the cards after next weeks Lewis trip. Im sure I must be wearing a tram-line in that route north...
욎 - 욎
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