In the British climbing community, you’re bound to have heard of Lofoten at some point. Usually described as being one of the only places on the planet that has more rainfall than North Wales. Tales of terrible storms, weeks spent sat in a tent waiting for dry weather and mind-bending frustration at poor conditions conjure […]Read More Late-season luck in Lofoten.
A faint orange ribbon had been growing across the eastern sky for nearly an hour. Sat there, shivering in my bivvy bag the warning words of the guide book echoed around my head. ‘Long’ – ‘Serious’ – ‘Remote’ “Yeah but if we split it into two days we should be fine – there’s a huge ledge above pitch […]Read More Tape, Tea and Taylor Swift on the Storpillaren
The four days we’ve been in Sweden have taught us three things. 1. House music can always be found if you scan through enough radio stations. 2. Swedes all drive estates. 3. Bohuslan granite is good. Really good. “Bo-hu-slan, I told you about it months ago” Andy sounded rather exasperated that I had no idea […]Read More Flügger färg!
Finally we have surfaced again, having held our breath through a storm of coursework, presentations and exams. Bursting through the other side of our Final year Exhibitions, desperate for some time to climb on real rock (after a considerable amount of beer and sleep). The next couple of months in Nottingham with no uni work […]Read More The light at the end of the library.
If Big walling were an exam, then we’ve pretty much just sat done the equivalent of sitting up in a panic in the library the night before, downing energy drinks and writing the answers on our hands. That’s not to say that we haven’t done plenty of practice in the last 6 months, but there’s […]Read More Last minute cramming
So it would seem that after being plagued through the Autumn and Winter with an atmosphere that was 90% water, the proper Summer has arrived, and its absolutely cleared the slate (no pun intended). The days have been long, dry and warm – and so every day we’ve been out climbing, jamming, swinging and camming. […]Read More The Summer time, when the weather is fine.
Climbing is a sport that’s incredibly mentally involved. That’s not to say of course that other sports aren’t – but climbing can sometimes require you to make some very risky decisions, very quickly and quite often throws you towards the consequences of your actions, at an acceleration of 9.8m/s squared. I stood sprawled across the […]Read More Being ripped by Weasels!
The Spring has truly begun. There are leaves on the trees, there is blue on the sky and there is chalk on the rock. Come Easter weekend the sun was shining! Unfortunately this meant that Snowdonia suddenly got very very busy, so we retreated to bus-stop quarry to climb somewhere less crowded. This led to […]Read More The Spring has begun