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sawylWe'd originally planned to go away, but due to various complications including the need to visit the vet and see people off on trains, we decided to reschedule and enjoy a relatively sedate day in town instead.
I spent the morning attending to some much neglected domestic chores,including the vacuuming of the communal hallway — something which no-one else ever seems to feel the need to do, even though it looks so much better with the carpet clean and the dust swept up. I also picked up a new power supply for my Slug to replace the suspect one and, sure enough, as soon I hooked everything up, the system booted up and began fsck-ing itself — a most satisfactory result.
We then headed off to the quay for a solid afternoon of leading. We tried a couple of the new routes, including a long and extremely juggy 5, and some new routes in the 6a range. R suffered a moment of climber's block partway up something well within her normal range — she couldn't quite get a foot match to come out right, stopped to think about it and struggled to get back into the flow. I did a viciously route that contained some pretty brutal moves — both pumpy and reachy — and which also happened to feature a large volume, making the prospect of any sort of fall distinctly uninviting!
To round the day off, my parents sent my an intriguing bit of a family history my aunt had been researching. Although I was a little apprehensive about it, it was actually extremely interesting and worthwhile, not least because it's important to make a record of these things while the people involved are still alive.
I spent the morning attending to some much neglected domestic chores,including the vacuuming of the communal hallway — something which no-one else ever seems to feel the need to do, even though it looks so much better with the carpet clean and the dust swept up. I also picked up a new power supply for my Slug to replace the suspect one and, sure enough, as soon I hooked everything up, the system booted up and began fsck-ing itself — a most satisfactory result.
We then headed off to the quay for a solid afternoon of leading. We tried a couple of the new routes, including a long and extremely juggy 5, and some new routes in the 6a range. R suffered a moment of climber's block partway up something well within her normal range — she couldn't quite get a foot match to come out right, stopped to think about it and struggled to get back into the flow. I did a viciously route that contained some pretty brutal moves — both pumpy and reachy — and which also happened to feature a large volume, making the prospect of any sort of fall distinctly uninviting!
To round the day off, my parents sent my an intriguing bit of a family history my aunt had been researching. Although I was a little apprehensive about it, it was actually extremely interesting and worthwhile, not least because it's important to make a record of these things while the people involved are still alive.
