However, today was a break from that, I got to join the Scouser's chrimbo bouldering bash. Yes folk's, I left Wales...
The venue was Robin Hoods Stride, where Andre the giant was defeated in the Princess Bride. It was mizzling profusely on the drive over and spirits were a little damp. once out the car, the lack of rain and a smidgen of breeze, enticed a few optimists out to touch rock. It was damp.
Our fearless leader, stout of neck asked us to have faith, and we went on a pilgrimage for a dry hold. As we know, from acorns mighty Oaks grow, and one dry hold was soon linked into another. Contorted warm ups ensued on these heinous links, and the day rolled on gathering hope like moss.
Soon whole problems were dry..
Look Right was an ace lowball compression that secumbed to a sit start at 6C
Razor Roof also dried and siege was laid, eventually giving in to a high heel
By the end of the day the square block was dry and some did battle with Ben's wall, I like Slasher above was content with Spine Lefthand at a more attainable 6B.
So the lesson is keep the faith, struggle on, keep your mates close, and accept small numbers in poor connies.
I'm intending to take January off the blog, but I'm hoping to return to form in February. Here's to a full 2019, full of adventure and friends.
As Luke Cage says..
"Forward Always"
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