Finally got out yesterday after the best part of two weeks where I seem to have done an awful lot of things but not one of those was going climbing.
The weekend before last was taken up with Broken Bell End Berry's stag do. Arrived back in Suffolk on the Friday night (it was raining so no stop over at Pleasley on the way through) and straight down town for a few beers and a few frames of snooker which went rapidly downhill as we were playing for shorts. Ended up getting quite remarkably drunk and falling in more than one ditch on the way home which in retrospect was not the greatest of ideas.
The stag do started where it had left off the day before for us and then proceeded to Norwich where there were far more fit women there than I had expected - as the great McFiend once said (of somewhere else entirely) "it was wall to wall flange". If there was anything in Norwich worth climbing then I would be heading there every weekend but there isn't so that rules that out. It is also full of the old enemy - namely supporters of Norwich City F.C. so another good reason not to go.
Sunday drove back and Monday was the start of four of the hardest shifts I have worked in a while - it was one of those where lots of things just went wrong one after the other. To say I glad to have got those out of the way was an understatement!
Friday I just felt awful - one suspects that the result of falling in too many ditches the weekend before was one of those summer colds that seem to knock the very life out of you for 24 hours and for those of you who are thinking man flu it was so bad I actually refused an offer of going to the pub for a quick beer.
The other thing about Friday was that I had a dog to look after. Damien McDoom is one of those dogs who is a fine beast (unless he's trying to steal my bacon sarnie) but who, ultimately, proves to be totally rubbish as a climbers dog as you have to pay far too much attention to him to to be able to concentrate on anything else. With that in mind it a quick nine mile walk out from Hathersage to Bretton and back via Abney and over Shatton Moor was of the order of the day. Stopped for an obligatory pint at the Barrel (great pub but doesn't sell pork scratchings) and then back to Sheff for a couple in the Sheaf (even better pub and does sell pork scratchings) afterwards. A nice day out with spells of sun and showers though it was incredibly humid at times - that combined with the after effects of the cold I had made any hill seem like a true effort. Lord only knows what the people we met coming the other way thought of us...
Sunday I will deal with in another post tomorrow - thinking of the Sheaf has put me in mind of beer.
The weekend before last was taken up with Broken Bell End Berry's stag do. Arrived back in Suffolk on the Friday night (it was raining so no stop over at Pleasley on the way through) and straight down town for a few beers and a few frames of snooker which went rapidly downhill as we were playing for shorts. Ended up getting quite remarkably drunk and falling in more than one ditch on the way home which in retrospect was not the greatest of ideas.
The stag do started where it had left off the day before for us and then proceeded to Norwich where there were far more fit women there than I had expected - as the great McFiend once said (of somewhere else entirely) "it was wall to wall flange". If there was anything in Norwich worth climbing then I would be heading there every weekend but there isn't so that rules that out. It is also full of the old enemy - namely supporters of Norwich City F.C. so another good reason not to go.
Sunday drove back and Monday was the start of four of the hardest shifts I have worked in a while - it was one of those where lots of things just went wrong one after the other. To say I glad to have got those out of the way was an understatement!
Friday I just felt awful - one suspects that the result of falling in too many ditches the weekend before was one of those summer colds that seem to knock the very life out of you for 24 hours and for those of you who are thinking man flu it was so bad I actually refused an offer of going to the pub for a quick beer.
The other thing about Friday was that I had a dog to look after. Damien McDoom is one of those dogs who is a fine beast (unless he's trying to steal my bacon sarnie) but who, ultimately, proves to be totally rubbish as a climbers dog as you have to pay far too much attention to him to to be able to concentrate on anything else. With that in mind it a quick nine mile walk out from Hathersage to Bretton and back via Abney and over Shatton Moor was of the order of the day. Stopped for an obligatory pint at the Barrel (great pub but doesn't sell pork scratchings) and then back to Sheff for a couple in the Sheaf (even better pub and does sell pork scratchings) afterwards. A nice day out with spells of sun and showers though it was incredibly humid at times - that combined with the after effects of the cold I had made any hill seem like a true effort. Lord only knows what the people we met coming the other way thought of us...
Sunday I will deal with in another post tomorrow - thinking of the Sheaf has put me in mind of beer.
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