After what has felt like a good while away from winter climbing I finally managed to get back out today with Murdoch. Sickness, skiing and gluttony had dammed my flow. East coast again had a slightly more reliable forecast so the blurry eyed drive across started at 5.30am. We booted and suited and quested off with the shimmer of light from our torches with a cold crisp underfoot. We acquired a 4 legged canine on the walk in, this energetic spaniel was clearly in the belief that we were its owners, fortunately we managed to loose it before we started climbing.
Murdoch dispatched the first crux pitch well, as he always does. However this time was different. As I sat shivering on the belay, I noticed he was shaking out quite alot. "OH NO!" I thought. This is going to be nails! After a close call, Murdoch pulled onto the belay ledge and clipped himself in and I'm sure he swore and smiled at the same time. Happy boy!
Murdoch led the second pitch which was no pushover. I'm glad I offered it to him as if I hadn't I would still be there right now. I was to drained. Brilliant climbing, great day, great company and maybe next year I will learn not to eat and drink so much over the festive period (and then get really ill).