Saturday (or why or why did i ever go West ?)
In the morning i struck out to the outskirts of Mansfield in Nottinghamshire for what UKC says is the crag nearest my new abode that has the most routes. An hour of roads and wrong turns got me to Pewsley Vale.
What a crag !
Limestone. Single pitch. 130+ routes. Located by a meadow by a stream. 2 minute walk in to the easier end of the crag with bomber belays.
And the sun shone.
I’d agreed to meet some friends at The Roaches in Staffordshire in the afternoon. The drive through Bakewell and the quieter parts of the Peak got more and more grey and wet. When i got to the crags i could barely see them for the curtains of rain coming down.
I retired in to The Roaches Cafe (a bit posh for dirtbag climbers but £1.55 gets you a 3 cup pot of tea and a roof over your head in a deluge).
Eventually they turned up and after a warm up on the boulders around the Don Whillans Memorial Hut we decided to chance a roped climb.
A Severe in lashing rain, full on howling wind and with fat cold and red fingers, whilst wearing approach shoes proved “entertaining”. Mother Nature was advising us to curtail our activities for the day !!
We swiftly retired to Ye Olde Rock Inn in Upper Hulme for a hot chocolate.
Eventually i drove back East to ever increasing amounts of evening sunshine.
“Adventure is worthwhile in itself.” -Amelia Earhart