great weather for kites

It was so windy today even the Reindeer were in the low hills.

No snow flakes to be seen, just remarkably deep heather - all good training for the winter?

all we need is the white stuff

I can safely say that I am not going to be cold this winter.

My only dilemma now is to decide if the plum looks better with the salsa, berry or peacock.

I have also received an adventure kit - all I need to do is have an adventure...

Errr.....

Ok, flights booked - next adventure is imminent

in need of a rest

The big holds no longer feel big enough.

I am finding it hard to carry the shopping from the car to the flat.

It must be time to come home very soon ....

run away

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.

more deadly things

Not only do we have to contend with sharks in le sea.  But now we have to contend with praying mantis on the path whilst wearing flap flips.

mr happy

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"

Mr Happy is obviously no longer Mr Happy :(



jaws

Last night, Gnome & Di were speaking about swimming in le sea, and what to do if you saw a shark.

Since there seemed little point in trying to outswim the large fish, we thought that we could pretend to be a log or a large piece of driftwood so large fish would choose to ignore you.

Catrin said that we should poke its eye's out.

Today, they forecasted cloud.  They were most definately wrong and we only lasted for about 30 minutes at the crag before admitting defeat.

Instead of eating ice cream and drinking beer we thought we would scare ourselves stupid.

Mildly terrifying, completely naive about having to swim to the start of the route and trying desperately not to think about what the best impersonation of a piece of driftwood would be like.

Needless to say, it was a very large G&T this evening.