Ed rolled the shutters in our room at 0800 this morning. It felt early, but there was a beautiful alpine morning outside. Not a cloud in the sky, the snow on the mountains on the horizon glimmered - noone of sound body and mind could possibly stay in bed and miss out on what looked like a scorcher. Only of course at this stage in the game to describe any of us as being of sound mind or body is a stretch of the imagination. Ragged skin throughout the team, waking and feeling like your backs been used for some sort of pugilism, but the spark of doing some problems keeps us going.
In the bunkhouse we all thought we'd be boiling so we dressed appropriately, foley even baring his teats, but it wasn't to be - an icy cold wind swept down the valley and we were all forced to don more clothes.
First stop in the forest was a highball (h30) near the top bridge. Brilliant. Just hard enough to keep your interest but without scaring the beejesus out of you. We did a bunch more easier problems and then walked up to jack the chipper. Blummin well good effort rob smith flashing it.
Manage a team tick and wave goodbye to ken and kes who fly home today (now in fact). We do a bit more bimbling on the way down and then come back up to the bunkhouse, which is where I now am. When it cools off, we shall head back into the forest. Possibly for the last time to climb. My skin is flayed. If all tips aren't through at the end of the evening I will be suprised.
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