Checking out Bear Rock
Oct. 14th, 2013 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylWith mater not feeling well — an ague of some sort coupled with a dodgy stomach that she may or may not have caught while visiting the family in London — I went to check out the Bear Rock climbing centre at the university. It wasn't a patch on the Quay — obviously! — and had clearly been shoe-horned into spaces at the back of the sports centre, but it wasn't bad.
The bouldering room, clearly a converted squash court, suffered a bit from poor light and epic over-population — the walls were plastered with holds but the problem information was on the wall outside and nothing was tagged up so, with the light levels, it was often hard to tell what you were doing! But on the plus side, it was great for traverses and general noodling around. I didn't try the wall, having no one to belay with, but it didn't look bad and there seemed to be a good mix of grades.
After bouldering, I met up with pater at Tesco. Somehow I'd managed to forget that he always takes 20 minutes longer than he says he's going to, so I spent rather a long time shivering in the cold waiting for him to arrive — I tried waiting inside Cannon Park but the terrible muzak quickly drove me out again. We managed to get most of what we wanted, although we completely failed to get tahini — the assistant we asked clearly had no idea what it was! — and we ended up stopping off at Sainsbury's where we bought the very last jar.
The bouldering room, clearly a converted squash court, suffered a bit from poor light and epic over-population — the walls were plastered with holds but the problem information was on the wall outside and nothing was tagged up so, with the light levels, it was often hard to tell what you were doing! But on the plus side, it was great for traverses and general noodling around. I didn't try the wall, having no one to belay with, but it didn't look bad and there seemed to be a good mix of grades.
After bouldering, I met up with pater at Tesco. Somehow I'd managed to forget that he always takes 20 minutes longer than he says he's going to, so I spent rather a long time shivering in the cold waiting for him to arrive — I tried waiting inside Cannon Park but the terrible muzak quickly drove me out again. We managed to get most of what we wanted, although we completely failed to get tahini — the assistant we asked clearly had no idea what it was! — and we ended up stopping off at Sainsbury's where we bought the very last jar.
