Author: Terry
Langdale was very moody…. Not a soul in sight; no cars at RLH or Rawhead, car parks deserted; not a soul on the fells as we walked over Pike o’ Blisco. Hard ice underfoot and bodes well for maybe some waterfall picking later this week?
This Black Widow Spider was probably born early 2007 and certainly died 29 November 2007. He lived on the wall at Checo’s bar, El Potrero Chico and died under the owner’s foot, probably due to crush injury.
Terry and Vikki, together with Everett and Lucille from Canmore (Canada) met up to climb in El Potrero Chico near Monterrey in Mexico at the end of November, a time when the weather is particularly amenable to rock climbing around there. Terry and Everett take trip to the desert, not far from Hidalgo, the base …
After a hair raising drive through Monterrey, we arrived at Hidaglo, a sprawling Mexican town dominated by the cement factory. The thing that struck me immediately was the number of emaciated dogs around the place, some lying on the road, others chasing cars. We stopped on the roadside to study the final directions to the …
After a sedentary weekend at the Kendal Film Festival, I felt the urge for a good ‘blast’ on Tuesday. Nothing too far away, with the short days, and Longsleddale came to mind. So Chris and I set of for ‘Sadgill Wall, only to be met by an army of hostile sheep. No need to tell …
Terry and Chris went out to the RLH hut in Langdale on spec of reasonable weather today. And amazingly bumped into Dave and Fiona, members of the Aylesbury climbing club who happened to be having a meet there!!!!
The boulderers tell us that zero deg C is best for friction. Well, although Tuesday dawned beautiful and clear, it was in fact fff..ing fffreezing, with a wind chill too. So, maybe Windgather wasn’t a good choice, with just a hint of slippiness as well? We took photo opportunities, to emulate the Rockfax shot (p114), …
Sunday morning was so wet in Ormskirk that Chris and I called off our trip to the Lakes. My powers of alchemy, over the weather, were obviously failing (like everything else!). Then, by late morning, we saw the fine weather further north, so set off for the Carnforth area and some limestone. On the way …
I’m beginning to get paranoid ideas that every time I ‘touch’ the weather, it turns to gold. So it was at the Roaches on Tuesday, Mediterranean blue skies again with just a hint of easterly cold breeze – ideal. Only downside was that I’d forgotten it was half term, so it was like a Saturday …