Big arms not the path to big grades

I love bank holidays. And flying. its still quite a treat to go on a plane, and this mornings post was composed somewhere over the lake district (probably) on the way to edinburgh. I'm there and back in a day which is even better because it won't affect climbing time.

Saturday morning was spent as ever, at the tor. The robinsonator bailed but I was treated to a sighting of big h and the ever strong shiv. Perhaps the crimping title should move to shiv? Think andy has outgrown it. There was a north eastern guy there with the biggest guns I have seen on a climber since the hig. Sam whitaker used to have guns like small coconuts, but this guys were like thighs. Like so many brainwashed by the cult of power, he wasn't quite as good when required to use his feet. He claimed to have flashed weedkiller footless but taken rather more goes to do it with feet. He was having a full whitey on powerband too.

I don't think it was good nic. The footholds on powerband were green on arrival, getting better by the minute, but I didn't have long and had to slither to the end before failing once more to do the move. This is going to be an issue for me. James flailed along blueband and agreed. The fate of the right hand side was sealed when big h actually had to try on powerband. All moved to ben's and weedkiller. Man with big arms got all excited at the opportunity to impress with his footless prowess and managed to dispatch weedkiller footless. Undoubtedly a good effort, but for a man who had previously flashed it he must have lost his edge.

So in short, damp and a bit warm.

Afternoon went to a barbecue, then the pub, v.drunk. Sunday felt rubbish, but dragged monster to horseshoe. Certainly removed hangover. Sunday night curry, monday bimbling and sorting house out. That's it. Back to the tor weds. Hope it cools down a bit.