Wednesday, 17 May 2023
Punch Drunk but Happy
Sunday, 5 February 2023
Burying the previous year
So another silent 6 months has passed, I've popped the odd thing on Instagram, but not really felt up to splurging on here. .
Rewind to October:
Friday, 5 August 2022
Back in the Saddle
So six months (ish) have passed. Lots of baby steps in physio, lots of little exercises. Walks and wanders, dreaming and scheming.
However, today I have returned to my love. Our of the asylum and back to the wilderness; boot and pad in hand.
Mr Fidler ( soon to be Dr no doubt) joined me in returning to a tentative loose end, found while on Deep Recon on the A487. The dolerite dominoes of Llyn Cymystradlyn may well be sandstone (I'm sure a geologist will tell us), but semantics aside, I can assure you of there provision of quality entertainment.
The approach for starters, takes in an inordinate array of bracken and bog. It wasn't until our retreat that the local fishermen imparted the arcane knowledge that boulder hopping the shoreline was a lot drier and ultimately swifter then balancing hummock to hummock across the sprawling bogs.
Once there, Dave got stuck into the big prize while I tentatively pulled on my comfy boots and looked for a lowball to toy with:
I was amazed how much I had to fight on the lowball, so low it probably deserved a ¡ After its lowly 6A¡.
Dave fought hard to make links on the giant roof, but settled on its soaring arete, which jutted proudly over a jumble of distant death blocks, definitely a !!
We had only taken a pad each, as we both had aspects of crippled on. These we placed under the bits where they could actually make a difference, leaving the void to take care of itself. Fortunately the finish was fairly straightforward. So he tells me. I didn't even attempt to pull on.
This became Brithyll Saithliw 6C!!
All the while I kept flailing on my slopey ground hugging traverse, eventually it relented to give the Inconsequential Traverse 6A¡
Amazed at the heady heights I had achieved after only 6 months of semi-recumbant woodlice husbandry, Dave had a go:
Both flushed with this success, we retired to the lower tier, where I quickly scored another prize.
This time it was Slopey Topscrittle; a lurchy F5
I then spent some time trying to be a wad, by brushing the holds to its right. This was mainly in vain. Although it did help to spur Dave onto furthering his efforts to cross the horizontal steepness:
Long video, but Well worth it for the banter.
In between banter, I jolly well got another first ascent- This ones called Moby Dick (there's a whale..) another 5 probably.
Laughter. That's what characterized this trip, that and joy, and bog. Plus a bit of choss.
At this point Dave pulled himself together and climbed this:
He called it Throwing Sheeps, due to my mistaking a herd of sheep for seagulls, and claimed it was 7B. I suspect he was being modest.
We finished up a delightful afternoon by hunting for signs of the mysterious G Mawr, and stumbled on this rather pretty boulder that shows signs of cleaning:
If it hasn't been done before, you can call it Eog and it's about 6Bish ( the jumble of dominoes is in the background). It was too high for me to risk, and has a bum puncher block at its base. Shame really, if it was dug out it would be 3 stars good.
A great first return, I still have to be careful, lower my expectations, as well as the risk and the height. However, I'm reassured that by keeping a steady pace I can be back to being a loon by next spring.
A happy place.
Friday, 1 July 2022
I (still) Ate'nt Dead
I'm just over 4 months into my recovery from a ruptured Achilles tendon. I think I will be able to safely return to climbing in August, maybe.
It's been a bit of an emotional journey with lots of dips. I thought I'd be able to return sooner, once I could fully weight my toes. However there's more strengthening to do and a rerupture would be back to the beginning again.
Well reasoned words. What actually happened was I tried to climb, I even sneakily pulled on some holds outside
"Returning to climbing would be a bad idea"
What does he know. . I'll text a bouldering physio..
Next climbing physio.
"Keep strengthening "
Begrudgingly I aquiesced.
So it's been quiet on here, quiet on my Instagram too, just pictures of my distraction hobby; isopod breeding.
It's the invertebrate enthusiast equivalent of pigeon fancying, very geeky.
Other than that I've been trying to score parenting points, took one of my boys for a wild camp.
We got wet.
Other than that, micro-exploration continues. I have even made a second cleaning visit to This
I was surprised to find some of the holds still clean
Friday, 8 April 2022
Here be Really Tiny Dragons
Well I'm now free of the boot and hobbling free. It's still early days, I'm certainly miles away from actually climbing again. However, I have discovered it's all in pretty good shape considering.
I took it for a test drive.
Thursday, 3 March 2022
Well last blog post I was exiting a low patch and combating the trials of a Welsh winter.. Spring is on its way and I'd started trawling through the memory sticks and phone caches for this year's motivation. Turns out I've got a few reasonable projects squirrelled away.
Unfortunately on a family day out I managed to perform a complete rupture of my right Achilles tendon while showing off to the kids.
Friday, 3 December 2021
Well it rained a lot. And the family got Covid (all except me bizarrely)
To be Frank, my motivation took a bit of a nose dive, I went back to Porth Howel, which was nice..
The autumn storms had brought winter pebble levels. I was pleased to confirm that it didn't really make Barcode Punk easier, and I got to repeat What a Difference a Wave Makes, which again was nice.
I also followed up a hunch and checked the prow project at the old Trefor pier.
So the big prow project is back on... There is a niggle in the back of my brain, and at this point I think the seeds of discontent were sewn.
I've had a great year. Properly Stonking. The motivational boost provided by the new bouldering guide has meant that I've ticked a humongous amount of long term projects this year.
But there is still so much to do, and the wave of success has to reach the beach at some point. Fear of Failure has been a long-term foe, one I have repeatedly defeated only for it to jet off like The Claw.
Throw in some external stress, and it's quickly becoming a bit black.
Feeling burnt out is OK, feeling incapable and vulnerable is OK. Withdrawing a bit is not bad... But I'll be damned if I relinquish control.
So to try and break this low patch I went back to exploring.