So, Amy and I got married a while ago and we went to England and Scotland for our honeymoon. AWESOME!! As soon as we landed we went straight to Stanage. As anyone who knows me knows, I’ve got a real boner for gritstone. Here’s me on The Green Traverse:
And Amy in a tree at Cratcliffe:
And me on Jerry’s Traverse, also at Cratcliffe:
But I’d climbed on grit a few times before and this was, after all, a “grand tour” of Britain so off we went to the Lake District, birthplace of rock climbing (literally, Samuel Taylor Coleridge invented the sport of rock climbing here whenever it was he was around). Here is the gorgeous estate of William Wordsworth, poet:
We hit up Bowden Doors in Northumberland for a bit of climbing before going to Scotland. This place is insane. The walls look like frozen dinosaur bodies and the texture is like LRC. If only it wasn’t 3000 miles away.
Edinburgh was cool if you like castles and crown jewels and sitting on stone lions and shit like that.
Glen Nevis, near Ben Nevis.
The ferry to the Isle of Skye. Our camera ran out of battery and the camping, on a beach on the north sea, was primitive. It was TimKeenan-ingly beautiful. You’ll just have to believe me.
From Skye we drove down to Glasgow, home of Belle and Sebastian, Franz Ferdinand, and Dumbarton Rock. This is Pongo, one of the classics of the area. The direct start looks awesome, but someone was too weak to try it.
After Glasgow, we went back to the Peak District before flying out. This is an old Johnny Dawes problem called Conan the Librarian. It’s V4 and pretty technical. It took me over an hour to figure out and was probably my favorite problem of the trip.
Lastly, here’s a lowball roof problem I had to leave unclimbed. The top out is just viscious and this dude kept telling me how “bahhhd” I was climbing.