It was Colin Mortlock who spoke about adventure, peak adventure and misadventure - trying to get the balance right when it comes to choosing your adventure and not ending up in a wooden box. I know my limits as I sat on the rock watching them head out one by one.
And then, a few moments later they all returned, all deciding that it was good to live and the route can wait until another day, when the waves perhaps aren't so boofy and scarey.
Mr Happy came from the Smithy Santa last year, and took up residence on my little Alpine pack.
Mr Happy had completed his first Scottish winter season, climbed fat ice in Norway, ski toured in the Alps, summitted Muztag Ata, climbed numerous Munro's and had just embarked on his first bolt clipping experience.
Well, today "there has been a murder, and no-one is taking responsibility"
There was a general theme about today and it mainly involved avoiding the very bright thing in the sky.
So, as the majority of us tourists arrive in Majorca destined for the deck chairs on the beach to soak up the very bright thing in the sky, the girls try desperately to avoid the very bright thing in the sky.
Sam managed to find ice-cream, Di managed to sand bag herself, Miranda complained about being hungry as soon as she arrived at the crag and Catrin is still managed to pull her arse some impressive grades with one working shoulder.
After a rather long period of ming weather back home, it finally looks as if summer has arrived.