A colleague went for a run one night and randomly stumbled across a park. Running through this he randomly stumbled across a font escapee - the only free rock in the entire country.
I was made up, after-graft fun could be had away from the bar:
It seems that it's rained continuously since I went out to earn $$$, so much so that all the sport crags in Yorkshire are now wet.
I'm going to re-invent myself as a boulderer again. A trip to Nidderdale and a brief first glance at St. Bees reminded me how unstrong I am, but how much fun remains to be had. I did a reflection circuit and a new filler in at the roof (borderline, 6b/c) and some breezy seasalts on the coast - favourites being undercooke and swinger sds. If only it wasn't so far!
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