Well now, been a while hasn't it? I've still to post on my recent trip to font but far more interesting is myself and Jenny getting engaged!
That's why I haven't been blogging, to busy living life.
Well now, been a while hasn't it? I've still to post on my recent trip to font but far more interesting is myself and Jenny getting engaged!
That's why I haven't been blogging, to busy living life.
Dave MacLeod's new route 'To Hell and Back' (E10) was on BBC2 Scotland last week. There was a great response in the blogosphere so now Dave is spearheading a drive to get the programme shown on BBC2 National. This means we'll get it in Ireland amoungst other places
If this sounds like a good thing to you then leave a comment on Dave's blog.
Spent Saturday afternoon in Doolin and got a good bit done this time. There's no photos but I might be able to salvage something from my previous trip. So I spent the first 40 minutes just wandering around looking at the different sectors. When I was about to start local climber Paul, who is originally from Dublin, turned up with his two dogs George and Rosín. Paul showed me around and we worked the problems together and tried a new line, FA going to Paul.
Doolin rock has been mentioned briefly before but I'll now elaborate. The rock in Doolin is mostly on small cliffs although there are some boulders. Its sharp due to weathering and has high friction. The cliffs themselves are mostly overhanging, probably about 3-4 metres high and pockmarked with cracks, pockets and breaks. Very sharp and fingery. One sector has problems going to about 7m, too high for me. There looks to be some really good slab problems too which I'll have a crack at next time I'm down.
The boulders themselves are good, they can be quite like the cliffs but at different angles. The tend not to be so sharp as they've been weathered by the sea instead of the elements. Most of them are big, probably weighing in at 20 tons+ and here's the thing: they change from year to year. Over the winter big storms roll in off the Atlantic moving the boulders around and bringing in new ones. Cool.
A few more people turned up and sandwiches were munched much to George and Rosín's delight and we waffled for about an hour before I headed off. Jenny was at a conference in Limerick so we had a hotel room for the night. The next morning there was a spillage of orange juice at the breakfast bar, nothing spectacular, just some orange juice. However, the dude who was cleaning up cleaned the floor with his manky old grey stringy mop and then mopped the breakfast bar with it. How vile is that? I won't name the hotel for fear of legal action against this blog but I won't be staying there again.
Good session at the wall the other night. With the dark evenings closing in and the climbing season coming to an end people are looking forward to the bouldering season. Sessions are the best way to boulder. I love getting out on my own but when there's a group of you the energy goes way up, plus more people means more problem solving skills. However, I tore an enormous lump out of my finger. The calluses on my little fingers (pinkies to any Americans) have been building up and finally the left one let go. Sore is the word, worst flapper in a couple of years, it looked like the muscle fibre was visible underneath.
There is of course a photo, I'll post it later.
I haven't been bouldering and have nothing to report on that front. But no news is good news. Or rather its bad news. Both myself and Jenny (my GF) have had our hands full with family emergencies. In the middle of Jenny's emergency at 7:45 am on Saturday I get a phone call to tell me my Dad, who's elderly, is going to hospital after a bad fall. He's broken his collar bone and will be laid up for a few weeks. Believe it or not this isn't too bad - it could have been much, much worse. In fact it is much worse but that's for Jenny to tell. So no climbing for us - we've driven all over the country though picking up people from airports, visiting hospitals, bringing dad home from hospital and attending a heavy metal wedding (the bride wore black).
I can't even cycle to work at the moment what with needing the car to see Dad in the evening - hope I don't get too unfit. I may try and get down the gym before the weekend but TBH with all the cool ascents going on the in country the gym is hardly inspiring, read Dave Ayton's blog on the right side bar for more. I want to get out onto the rock, I'll see if I can swing something at the weekend. Glendo would be good but I need my mobile phone working at all times and the coverage up there is minimal but even a trip to Dalkey is something. I would be good to unwind.
Bouldering is my folly. With all this going on around us I've had a chance to pause for thought, go play with my god daughter, and get things in perspective. Life has a way of reminding you whats really important. I've 11 months left in this year which is more than enough to get some climbing done. LifeTM needs me elsewhere for now.