Following the demise of England's world cup bid (which I seem to be unashamedly happy about) it's back to the old routine of being a punter. At this time of year this involves pulling hard on half decent holds and standing on ones that are mightily polished and where finer to do this than at the hallowed temple of polish that is Minus Ten at Stoney.
Leaving Sheffield I wasn't feeling too excited about it all - I was feeling tired after drinking too much the night before to try and erase the memories of the worst England team ever to play in a World Cup (I now know the Scot's feel when they qualify) and it was baking hot. Getting out to the Peak it had deteriorated to hot and cloudy and humid beyond belief but having parked the van and walking up the High Street a gentle breeze was blowing so it didn't seem so bad. That lasted till we got to Minus Ten where the magical zephyrs so prevalent only a moment before had disappeared again and all we were left with was super sweaty limestone to flail on. Well we were there so flail we did - the middle of the traverse was dispatched (didn't bother with the left hand part) and then I tried the final moves though Pinch 2 which is the crux of it all and a fair degree harder than the rest by a long way. Got a half sequence going but really not drilling my right foot onto the hold for the crux and so was subsequently barn dooring off and try as I might the syke really wasn't there to try harder.
Leaving Sheffield I wasn't feeling too excited about it all - I was feeling tired after drinking too much the night before to try and erase the memories of the worst England team ever to play in a World Cup (I now know the Scot's feel when they qualify) and it was baking hot. Getting out to the Peak it had deteriorated to hot and cloudy and humid beyond belief but having parked the van and walking up the High Street a gentle breeze was blowing so it didn't seem so bad. That lasted till we got to Minus Ten where the magical zephyrs so prevalent only a moment before had disappeared again and all we were left with was super sweaty limestone to flail on. Well we were there so flail we did - the middle of the traverse was dispatched (didn't bother with the left hand part) and then I tried the final moves though Pinch 2 which is the crux of it all and a fair degree harder than the rest by a long way. Got a half sequence going but really not drilling my right foot onto the hold for the crux and so was subsequently barn dooring off and try as I might the syke really wasn't there to try harder.
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