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.