My day went something like this:
Belay jacket on; big gloves on. Cold feet - no really cold feet.
Belay jacket off; climbing gloves on. Failed miserably to climb in a 3D manner.
Hot - no really hot.
Cold - no really cold.
Belay jacket on; big gloves on. Looked very unglamorous trying to straddle rock.
Rip in belay jacket *bugger* - oo, might take belay jacket off for this bit.
God, where are the foot holds? God, where are the pick placements?
Ah, might just use that in situ rock as a pick placement.
Oo, I'm liking the tight tope.
Oh God, I've got to lead something!
[Rich & Robin probably discuss everything there is to discuss, eat everything in their rucksacks and get hypothermic]
Take hours trying to clip a rope into a krab. Get rope twisted. Wrap leashes around rope. Put rip in new pants.
Is it tomorrow yet?
A huge thank to Richard and Robin who made my first climb of the season another great one to remember :)