Taking a year out from Uni has been really great for climbing. Especially when your work placement is in Pembrokeshire.
Last summer, after spending most of my climbing past making bad excuses about why I didn’t try very hard on Pembroke trad, I finally owned up to myself about why I didn’t. It scared me. Maybe it had something to do with it being so close to home and ending up with a, “what did you expect would happen” from the parents had I broken something. Or maybe I just thought I’d get outrageously pumped through a total lack of technique and proper tactics and fall off.
I think it was probably the latter.
But living at home, with a car, a bit of money from my placement and an endlessly keen Edmund I couldn’t really make any excuses anymore and, to be honest, I didn’t want to. If the past few months have taught me anything, it’s that Pembroke is ace.
With the guidance of Edmund to point me to the best, evenings after work have been spent at the crag on some cracking routes trying to be as efficient and tactical as possible.
Last night, as I topped out an E3 (Space Cadet) , the finishing holds were bathed in a warm golden glow. I sat on the top, savoured the sunset and thought of the ice cold can of coke I would get from Pembroke Londis on the way home.
Turns out they were out of Coke. Got an Irn Bru instead.
Here’s a few pics of recent excursions with Andy, Edmund and Hannah