Without Ties
Fortunately Luath, the giant hound of Celtic Hero Cuchullin, had been let free from his tethering stone. A crisp, sunny evening full of friction and peace.
Do you ever have one of those days? You know, the ones your eager for, youve waited days, even weeks, to get back on the rock, youve sat at work dreaming of that first touch, sat in traffic waiting.
Eventually you head out, anticipation, excitment builds.
What makes the day special, is you touch the rock, you stick, step up, still sticking, mantel over the top. Did you miss read the guide? is this the problem? I repeat the problem, trying to see if I can do it harder, miss out the holds, see if I went off line, but sure as it is, Its what it should be.
The only regret is that Ive no spotter to support me on harder stuff, still a good hour or so on rock.
A quick blast home with the roof off, a good day, full of hope and vigour.
Lessons learnt, rock is sticky if you ask it to be, when you get the urge to climb, the passion inside, do it. The only way to keep this going is to keep climbing, climbing begets climbing