Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Review of One Man's Everest by Kenton Cool

I heard Kenton Cool talk of his adventures at the Buxton Adventure Festival in November and was immediately inspired. I've never been alpine climbing but after hearing Cool (as well as support speaker Heather Geluk) I wanted to don the crampons and head into the mountains.

Monday, 23 November 2015

Getting shut down on Peak District grit stone. Love it.

The weather around the Peak District, and the rest of the UK for that matter, has been truly awful of late. Before the weekend just gone, the last time I touched gritstone was November 1st. The reason I remember the date so clearly was because it was around 20°C - in November.

Monday, 19 October 2015

Tarantula & Terrace - One Lime, One Grit (video)

What is British limestone to you? To me it's small holds, sharp crimps and a friction coefficient of polished steel. The total opposite to gritstone. In close proximity to Sheffield, we have both in abundance, which works well for the climbing community at large. Cold winters are the time for grit while sweaty summers lean towards the lime.

Do you ever feel like you're being watched? Autumn in Burbage Valley

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

One week in Fontainebleau - bouldering at its finest

Fontainebleau Climbs

Fontainebleau is a playground for people like me. It's hard not to run around and try to climb everything you come across. Walking through famous areas like Bas Cuvier and Isatis, the boulders just scream out to be climbed.

Thursday, 3 September 2015

Mossatrocity at Grindleford (video)

Mossatrocity (7C), Grindleford, UK
Grindleford will forever remind me of the King Ecgbert school walk. The train station and cafe marked the half way point, if I remember rightly, and it was always a welcome sight. It meant lunchtime. 

Monday, 17 August 2015

Trying to climb while being eaten alive

Midges. Just thinking about writing this blog post is making me itch. The little blighters get everywhere. They have no sense of self preservation - only a desire for blood. Swarming in numbers, their chance of survival increases, but their insatiable lust for the red stuff overwhelms any instinct to prolong their tiny lives. They land in their dozens in places easily swiped with a sleeve. Their bite is a suicide call for the great hand to sweep down and wipe them away.

Monday, 10 August 2015

A summer cocktail of weekend rock climbing

Limestone, grit, plastic and wood - a recipe for a great cocktail of weekend climbing. We mixed it up and hit it hard - drunk on fatigue by the time Sunday came to a close.

The weary walk along Rivelin reservoir back to the van