So, I'm two exams down, with one to go. Unfortunately, it's the hardest one! After that though, my first year of Uni is over, which is an odd feeling. It doesn't seem to have lasted very long! At the same time, I'm glad to be going in to the next year where I have more choice over what parts of Spanish I study: this year's course was terrible. I've not been up to a huge amount as a result of said exams, but they seem to have gone quite well. Only time will tell!
I've also been climbing a couple of times, rather unsuccessfully recently! I went to Ilkley, and failed utterly to get up an E1 called 'Tufted Crack', although I did improve my aid climbing technique in the process. Then I went to Almscliff, and fell off 'Great Western' in a big way, about 12 feet downwards and 12 feet sideways, and swung like a pendulum in to a wall of rock - I've got a few bruises from that one. I think bouncing off Will, my belayer, before crashing into the wall was probably all that stopped my from breaking something. Finally, I spent a day yesterday at Twistleton up near Ingleton. I must say, I don't see what all the fuss is about - it's only about 10 metres tall at best, and everything feels like it's over before it's begun.
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“I don’t see what all the fuss is about”
*whistles and says nothing*
Twistleton is the trad version of Giggleswick — the McDonald’s of the Yorkshire Limestone crags. Convenient and easy routes, but all just rubbish compared to the Michelin-starred crags of Malham and Kilnsey.
Lads, this summer we WILL go camping at Malham for a weekend and i’ll introduce you to the dark side of climbing, where clipsticks rule and hanging on a top-rope is the norm. It’s all worth it for the redpoint, trust me!
I lost all interest after the words “hanging on a top-rope”. Really, I’m not sure I can be arsed with all that — I’d rather go to caley and climb not much and have a few beers in the sunshine