Friday, December 30, 2005
Just making a wee movie of The Training Cave.. This is like my woody on Raasay but a completely natural heuco strewn sea arch on the loch. You can do many steep lines out or campus on monos or heuco sinker jugs. In effect there are so many problems & variations of problems, it's to extensive to write up independant lines becuase you'd be in eliminate territory It's a magical spot I've never really photographed or filmed but, I've trained here for years only aware of the sound of my own inhale & exhale - the sound of gulls distant navigation carried on high fog - a black volcanic beach stretching Northward into whale territory & this has become my clay jug. A simple haven. I'll try to find a way to post an mpeg up here if I can figure how to make one, & some stills, or maybe give it to John to host. Coming in the near future anyway learnign curve aside or if theres somebody to help.
It is said in Aikido that: In disciplining the mind to be increasingly present in the body, we are acting where we have the most leverage - within ourselves. The training cave is a leveller like that for me. It doesn't babble endlessly or burn with expectation, it's a simple quiet arch, distilled in peace that asks for no conversation, save that of your own movement. It likes me best for sharing it's solitude. Here it's possible to chop wood & carry water as they say, without causing a great ripple of noise & opinion. There is no other place to shelter, no support, no warmth of home, no shield against hate...I simply need this time in the temple...be it even only to hear the rain drip in silence, like nights with the window open...Sure I can do 15 one armers, climb my life through steep ground on poor holds & make movies, but what is there after that: in the emptiness...I need some motivation back, a sense of worth. Will there be life after climbing? Aye, possibly, but it will be short & boring...I hope it never comes - yet I hope it's out there...a faraway voice... What a vast & beautiful prison, freedom can be...
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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Rumbled! Thy shalt not sleekit away, upon beastie toes, to drill An t-Súil at 3am, wi thy 36 volt bickerin' brattle.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
When rain & stone mix art through the eye of a droplet - we find invention & movement in opposing forces - a rock formed myst a physical sphere - sand & rain metamorphed - Cancerous shape shifter, weaver of light, this jagged globe is, this ship at night - But us, no more than ants to scurry between her canyoned wounds. We - no larger - no more significant than water droplets passing groundward, through which are captured glimpses, subjects, for investigation - A second of evolutions passing...We - this plague in vertical symmetry - no more than primitives trapped in amber - but - we are beautiful & unique, for all our scars, throughout our maintenance of rage - we ourselves are lit up in balanced momentum - & become all things - the stone & the ariel boundaries themselves..
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
The previously mentioned Lewis raid was back on but washed out with poor weather & wet roofs. John Watson, my favourite bouldering cohort, was over his flu & our plan was to hit the rocks armed with drills, ropes, mats, chains, tape, enthusiasm, but maybe that enthusiasm was to full force. The total psych for getting on the An-t Súil sport project is here again & I now have his drill on loan to get everything wrapped up. We managed nothing on the sport drilling front simply becuase it would have been overly dangerous in the weather raging around the eye. The filmograhy hitlist as I see it over time, is large, not all the lines will make it in - John also has more ideas on the scenario, the weather, had even more radical ideas this trip. Seeping holds on Trace Element & the Distintegration roof ruined any chance of climbing either, & a few other steep lines, which is just how it is sometimes. We still had a great time as ever, high tides kept us away from some fine lines until late light. Stubbies of Stella for John, some blues guitar into the early hours to finish each howling day. Yet you strive on, & 2006 will hopefully see a good few of the V12 & higher problems featured in the forthcoming dvd about Scottish Bouldering sometime this summer. My job on this end is simply find some equipment capable of donating the Hebridean raw uncut footage to John & Pete - it should be a great atmospheric movie, having seen Johns previous work, & with lines from all over the land from all players at all grades. Investing in a £300 lump of digital film equipment is my target, when I can find the funds that is...& it also eases John having to travel such an exhausting distance to stare out the window at wet rock. I think some people niavly beleive you just turn up, film & go home, but if it was only that simple, if it didn't rain, if nerves didnt get the better of you, if you were always on form, if the rock was as well, if batteries lasted longer, if motivation was undrainable...it goes on. Ask Dave MacLeod about filming things & it's the same. Some days everyone is there, everything is perfect & it just doesnt happen. You touch the rock &....nah... It happens to all of us. This time it was damp & grease, not me. Although I think he'd argue that Helen keeping us in mountains of chicken dinners was worth it's wieght in gneiss, wet rock or dry. Thanks to H for putting up 2 smelly climbers for twice as many days. Her living room resembled a sock infested gite after a while.
Over on the Atlantic Bridge cave John managed a new sequence which thoroughly changed the way I had climbed it originally. New holds were discovered by both of us - a huge jug midway & a good finishing edge included. Wet holds I had avoided in my rush to climb the line came into play in dryness. John even agreed, saying without prompt that what I had originally climbed was way harder than his sequence. The problem is still destined to be 3 star classic either way, but the sequence John used allowed him to get both feet on the back wall, a move far to compressed & illogical for my frame, hard to perform at that time, & thus give him an instant & stable, 180° twist, cutting out the 360° later. From here he could get directly onto a big jug midway in the roof, whereas I would have to strike out desperately for a sloper system in a footless lay down start, still holding an almost Iron Cross position while climbing.. look in your Code of Points - artistic gymnastics section. Becuase of the new body position John was then able to utilize a large positive rail out below my direct variation, a rail for bivvying on, beyond the new jug which alters the line into ape like swinging & healthy slaps rather than crimper gnarling. The 5 extra holds & sinker ledge have a radical effect, giving an almost new sequence & line from the same start. It's funny how a problem can be altered, by height & wingspan factors, weather & a new pair of eyes & logics, but not entirely controversial. Or else we say Pinch2 isnt that hard becuase you can use the good holds nearby....There are probably even 2 or 3 further sequences at least for this line - becuase that's just the nature of it. In that way, it's unlike others I've climbed that don't allow so many variations by their own nature. It doesn't mean all the other lines have sequences that are easier either, or that they are vastly out in grade, they don't & they arnt. You'd know this if you stood in front of any of them & tried - then in front of this cave. These things happen, like Brad Pitt getting V13 originally. We all know it's V9 but who would deny the quality whatever happens to the numbers - I fucked up in a way, but I also didn't, we both climbed genuinely different sequences, & agreed that we did. John being able to squeeze into gaps that would have my leggy frame tangled, but there's a lesson here not to rush things, not to do them tired to the point of a numb brain - to wait for holds to dry. All we need now is for a dwarf to have a go & basketball player for a genuine consensus! It's yet again a reason not to rush things, not to miss holds out, let the mind scrabble & force it. everytime I rush things, they go wrong, I dont explore all sequences. The sad thing is, I'm betting the downgrade without the reasons, will get more conjectured coverage whereas the initial climb was pretty much ignored - & that's the worry I have about todays climbing agenda - People seem fired up to retort endlessly about a downfall of a number , but find it hardest of all to celebrate a success - I bet they'll all have expert views on a climb they acknowledged with a murmour initially - Now that's irony - I thought I'd add that before the forum wailers go into overdrive & start spewing & calling every other line into question by some weird invented head link.
A damp Sea Peanut in an arctic wind - like chips & gravy on a Sunday
We were leaving via Tarbet, & found the ferry tangled up in wire fishing lines - unable to run. Not to be outdone by another thing going wrong you take advantage of a negative & swallow your plus sign instead. We had a wee tour around towards Scalpay & found, arguably the best slab ever sitting quietly on a hillside. A perfect 20ft wall, just off vertical, with immaculate micro edges & frictioned foot smears. It was blasting rain & a freezing wind but our eyes were alight at the find., both of us skidding off the initial holds in wet trainers. Laughing more than climbing...blethering into a wild horizon, hood sheltered, munching apricots. I'll be back to that quicker than John [hoho...something I took great enjoyment in pointing out] & the central, almost holdless slab will go down first. Neither of us will disclose it's whereabouts just yet, but it's a gem of it's class, far outshining anything I've seen in the Harris & Lewis complexes. Its soaring technicalities will be added to the movie, due later this year -not cutting edge, but 3 star & worthy of any film. A true stunner - a bit like my new beanie aye.
Like my friend said, it's time to not look at forums, to discard them from a daily habit [not even sneak look without signing in, to my mind] -Time to let the de-motivating idle & foundationless bullshit you can read about yourself, slip away into nothingness. It's had a creeping negative effect on a life I purely saw as stones & wilderness..Forum abuse & talking about climbing is just a wheelchair for the brain after the event - nothing more. Even sitting here now, I'm wondering how many sneaky wee pm's are hitting John, like they did after Hendos trip asking 'did he set the crag on fire & piss everything' - funny stuff really, peoples agendas. Wait for the dvd release is all I can say. It's time to go back, to before that side of things came to be, to happier days, ignorant bliss, focused sending where the meat meets the metal & awaken the beast -re-awaken the fierce commited spirit I still carry, of what we came here to do -climb like a wild-fire & give no quarter.
This film is about celebrating the lifestyle & particpation of our art as a master or a beginner. Thus, since not one gram of it is about pandering to the needs of the miasmic evidence wailers - I'm immediately involved. The focus, the game plan, is one of genuine passion, integrity steeped with ethical code...& that - is the simple difference. 2006 will be a great year for Scottish bouldering. I'll see you all on the otherside of the dvd. Like the fella says 'Sometimes it's worth going an extra mile...'
Thanks man - for giving me back a precious thing.
Psyching up the An-t Súil f9a sport project -mind over very crimpy hard matter
John looking slender & determined on Skye last trip - Gift Egg- Kilta
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Wednesday, December 07, 2005


Above- Hendo on his new addiction at the Forked Lightning Boulder- a perfect mantel on sharp gabbro into a do or die highball scoop; & below - getting to grips with the Howling Gael. Craig has finally come face to face with the infamous gabbro. The Coire is a destroyer of hands by day & a haunter of dreams by night. It was a great flying visit by the fella involving a gallon of whisky, fingertape & blood loss. The result was three new lines in the Coire & two projects, one of which he was very close to nailing, before a razor edge finger flake shattered under the strain. It will still go. I can't help thinking my constant enthusiastic babbling about this boulder & that boulder fried his brain a little. Anyway, the blood all over the project crimps is a sign that it's a line in the making. Craig also joins the gallery of perplexed expressions after attempting the classic Snake Attack. John is no longer alone...he looked equally shocked at the Eat Yerself Whole roof - thrown into the speed tour for free. I waffled about trying to link into it direct from the Street Fighting Years sitter - a slim possibility, with a move harder than that of any project I have on the boil in this arena. We strolled back down through the weave of Coire paths & bog in a fading winter light - time a distant concept, Canna, a floating black hat on the ocean. Moonset. Deer eyeing us with caution below the snowline, dogs on their scent & trail - me still blethering like a madman...The winter days never last long enough up here - A thousand unclimbed stones all vying for attention.
This was Craigs first time on Skye - bouldering under the shadow of the earth itself in an ampitheatre of raging black clawed peaks. He's a good fella. In the few hours of winter light we had, of a brief winter day, my hangover clinging to me like a shore crab; I chose Sron naCiche, home to monsters living beside docile vertical outings & slabs; [Had we travelled up into the higher reaches of the Clach Ceann-Feadhna we'd have had 50 minutes of good light]. My primary concern was the importance of being a good host & tour guide, to give him the best time I could by showing the fella every unclimbed line at his level...Some slightly beyond. To relay insider knowledge. I love it within the equality of climbing itself - the gesticulative narrative of expression that goes with your home territory & gesticulative narrative of expression that the rock dictates to moving over its rough skin. Here, the aim was to have him taste the gabbro directly for himself & gain a certain fulfillment. It gives you, in some ways, more pleasure to spend time coaxing an up & coming into a reachy sequence, trying to install confidence - bypassing the day being about your own stuff, your own needs. I'm never selfish like that - making some fella spot me on a few desperate moves he can't relate to, in the cold for a few hours under a gnarly dark stone, after driving across the country. Some trip that would be aye...It's not about proving yourself at every spare moment, or massaging your ego. Craig isn't a mindless doubter out to seek proof anyway...He doesn't ask me once to repeat any line for his own peace of mind, & equally, he doesn't seek guidance on a new highball he's attempting, everything has it's own flow - just as it should. He timidly fingered a hold on Eat Yerself Whole. He saw the wear in all the other hardest of lines...the evidence of worked abrasion - black stealth marks in roofs that have no earthly business being there, patios for feet, levered edges, chalk still embedded into holds after months of storms... & all inbetween me hurrying him & mats over to virgin boulders I knew he could send....He'll be back I'm certain, I hope inspired by the lines he saw & pulled on. One sunny day in spring, maybe he'll be a face in a band of boulderers witnessing the subterreanean beast below the Clach Ceann-Feadhna fall, or the bolted arete. I hope so. For me the Coire is always there, for brief visitors, it's a place they dream, back in the cities. I wish he'd have stayed longer than a day, narrowed into a corridor of light...darting back to Edinburgh so fast that same evening. We'd have swapped spotting duties & set to work on a few new project desperations I have in sight, but, there is always time & nothing is that panicked - for me at least. It's a frustration I'm used to...Johno will turn up soon & filming work will commence in the cold snap for A SIMPLE STONE. My hands will bleed with fury again as deadpoint contacts echo between stones & scree. But this lightning flash moment for Craig in the Coire?...What of it?
I hope it stays with him like a fever...

A Howling Baw-Heid groping a Howling Gael - kinky aye...

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Thursday, December 01, 2005
Taic Mhór [Taigh Solais stac] left of Más Sgeir - Rubha Robhanais, Lewis - Am fear as beothaile. © - SKYEBLOC
Aye, a couple weeks on & another Lewis raid is on the cards. This time with one of my favourite bouldering cohorts - & we're going armed with drills, ropes, mats, chains, tape, enthusiasm & probably bacon & raisin bagels...errrr ok. Totally psyched to be getting on the An-t Súil sport project again & getting some mpegs, lines, laughs & boulder projects in with the fella. Off for a thrutch around my door frames now & a search through the gear cupboard...More news after the trip...I wonder what Johann Stow & Rico Monsoon will come up with....ciao hoodlums.
Oh..the Taic Mhór stac [Pillar of Strength], is a 60ft bastion of gneiss & great for dancing on top of in storms like these, although the tyrolean is best set up before the storm... The whole thing shudders when surge waves impact. But enough of that kinda talk, -7°c sending weather is here & 5am stomps into the rocks.
A contrast of summer bouldering in the same hole without storm surges. This line is the brilliant Tuff Gong - v9 - which takes on the full bonkers arete.
Update 1st Dec: Oh well, that's that screwed then, the man is down with flu. These things happen, so no sport project work this week or filming hard boulder sends. There I was completely psyched for the full roof link-up of Disintegration -rh-. Add that Davey MacLeod is extremely close to linking the black Dumbarton roof project & I can't afford to get down there... Feck it, but at least he's using the heel sequence I originally pointed out would work aye, to great effect. [ I won't say I told you so Dave, that would be young-minded wouldn't it ]. It will be Dumbartons hardest boulder problem when it goes down though - easily.
Dave MacLeod - turbo screaming on the Dumbarton roof-link-up project :photo: =SCB=
Hmmm...I'm tempted to nip in there if he doesn't nail it soon. I reckon I could dispatch that beast in 2 full sessions or so, seriously...[Before all the little children go crying on a climbing forum of their choice - that's not meant to sound cocky or be-little Daves mammoth effort on the line...the sequence just feels obvious to me. It's screaming out logical, as is an easier drift finish sequence on Firestarter]. No - for those with doubt, I wouldn't nip in on someones project, but it's always tempting...Where do you put your truck-full of motivation to get things done, when nothing can get done..Frustrating days these then, but these things happen..Just as the November weather delayed the other Coire Lagan project for a month by pishing all over it, so it seems the rain forms in a few ways.... Get well soon hombre. Aye a raging Vindaloo Phaal, a bottle of dram & a high tog downy will exorcise the demon. At least you've no started chirping & pecking at seeds.
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