We decided to head to the North West - possibly the only dry place in the country.
The drive was worth it as we found amazing rock in an amazing location.
It turned out to be a very social weekend - great minds think alike - and although the climbing was superb, it wasn't quite as superb as the fishing.
It's taken Derek nearly 20 years to actually catch something whilst Di was present.
After catching not just one, not just two, not just three, but four amazing fishies, we decided that they never stood a chance and let them be, splashing around in the sea.
It started mizzling this morning so we bailed back East to Moy, where as soon as Mark saw the boys, the first thing he mentioned was not the amazing, dry rock but the fishing success :)
Van unpacked, repacked and heading North once again.
Summer has finally arrived ...