Andy Peat

Best climbed in big slippery boots in the autumn rain. Slightly raised pulse.

Solo.

Can't remember the exact date of this one. I was out in the woods a lot with a rescued Pitbull who had been kept mostly in town around that time. He inspired the name by absolutely loving running around the forest at the end of my old climbing rope. The route should be done 'Gritstone' style: Flatcap, old boots and a roll-up in the corner of your mouth.

Looked at trying to skip the iron bar, gave up and used it.

Gritstone style classic slab climbing. Fine moves and a heady sense of exposure.

Solo

Solo

I got sandbagged by Mr. Dawes on the same day he did Angel Share. Suprised myself by pulling through the rockover into the chipped runnel and realising I couldn't jump down, pre pads of course, I was told to just traverse right and up. So I did.

I had a bit of a faff fiddling with the wires and ended up having to move a nut from below me to above me just below the overhang making it exceptionally awkward swapping fingers in jams. Ha, silly sausage!

Ground up and way before pads, this was a great bit of a slabby puzzle. I tried it often, coming higher up most of the attempts until I finally bagged it.

An afternoon of ground up fun the weekend after I finally saved up for some of those Boreal Ninja's. Damn they felt sticky.