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 The Crack (V2).
The Crack (V2).
 Making the big reach out to the jug on Matt's Roof (V5).
Making the big reach out to the jug on Matt's Roof (V5).
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
 The full moon illuminating a cloud splattered sky on Wednesday evening.
The full moon illuminating a cloud splattered sky on Wednesday evening.
August rushes by like desert rainfall;
 A flood of frenzied upheaval,
 Expected,
 But still catching me unprepared.
 Like a matchflame,
 Bursting on the scene,
 Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.
 Like a dream
 Of moon and dark barely recalled,
 A moment,
 Shadows caught in a blink.
 Like a quick kiss;
 One wishes for more
 But it suddenly turns to leave,
 Dragging summer away.
To be fair she  isn't far off the mark either.  August has been, without a doubt my  favourite month this year; on many occasions the light, cast by the  evening sun, has illuminated the Lakeland Fells in such a way that makes words redundant when describing nature's sheer beauty.  This is not the only reason for August being the best  month of the year however.  It has been a busy month because of work and such  like, but even during this I have managed to log a fair few climbs and  boulder problems and many of these have been in an evening, after work,  just as the sun starts to illuminate the fells and fall below the  horizon. The evening sun casts a glow over the Watendlath Valley this evening after work.
The evening sun casts a glow over the Watendlath Valley this evening after work.
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
 An atmospheric view down Derwent Water towards Keswick and Skiddaw.
An atmospheric view down Derwent Water towards Keswick and Skiddaw.
 Looking across the steep headwall of Little Chamonix (VD).
Looking across the steep headwall of Little Chamonix (VD).
 At the rest point on Shanna (E2, 5c).
At the rest point on Shanna (E2, 5c).
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
 Today I had a day off, so instead of snatching the odd climb here and the odd climb there before or after work I had a whole day of climbing down on the sandstone blocks of St Bees' North Head.
Today I had a day off, so instead of snatching the odd climb here and the odd climb there before or after work I had a whole day of climbing down on the sandstone blocks of St Bees' North Head. Slanty (V3).
Slanty (V3).
 Making the leap for the start hold, and the only hold for that matter, on Blue Touch (V6).
Making the leap for the start hold, and the only hold for that matter, on Blue Touch (V6).
 Fruits de Mer (V8).
Fruits de Mer (V8).
 Dynoing for the good hold on Bow Wow Prow (V8).
Dynoing for the good hold on Bow Wow Prow (V8).
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
 Skiddaw, poking out of the cloud, from the viewpoint on Whinlatter Pass.
Skiddaw, poking out of the cloud, from the viewpoint on Whinlatter Pass.
 A lone paraglider high above Keswick on a beautiful evening.
A lone paraglider high above Keswick on a beautiful evening.
 Placing gear on Cream (HVS, 5a).
Placing gear on Cream (HVS, 5a).
 Looking up Borrowdale whilst belaying on Cream (HVS, 5a).
Looking up Borrowdale whilst belaying on Cream (HVS, 5a).
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
I mentioned in my last post that I would be juggling climbing with driving, sleeping, eating and working on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday and to be honest that is how it has  been.  I suppose you could also add that I had to fit this in around the  unpredictable Cumbria weather. A drip forming on the seeping Langdale Boulder.
A drip forming on the seeping Langdale Boulder.
The Langdale Sessions.
 A calm and tranquil Coniston Water.
A calm and tranquil Coniston Water.
 The view over the Central Fells from Virtual Crag in Tilberthwaite.
The view over the Central Fells from Virtual Crag in Tilberthwaite.
 High Rigg, illuminated in the evening sun, with a cloud topped Helvellyn Massif behind.
High Rigg, illuminated in the evening sun, with a cloud topped Helvellyn Massif behind.
 Looking south along Thirlmere as the sun goes down.
Looking south along Thirlmere as the sun goes down.
 Good lines, stay safe and see you on the wet stuff...
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
 Timing the descent from the Scabby Back area into the Apiary Wall area in order to avoid a soaking.
Timing the descent from the Scabby Back area into the Apiary Wall area in order to avoid a soaking.
 Feeling Groovy (F6c).
Feeling Groovy (F6c).
 Dreaming of Red Rocks (F7a+).
Dreaming of Red Rocks (F7a+).
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
I said in my previous post that I would be getting up early on Monday so that I could get a bouldering session in at the Bowderstone before starting work at 11:30am and that's what I did.  See I even made a video to prove that I did...
Why do we climb?
This is the question that arose from today's climbing activities.  The venue was Gouther Crag once again, and one of the routes, Hernia (HVS+, 5a), was climbed on my previous visit.  However, it was the ascent of the bold Bloodhound (E2-, 5b) which made me think about what my response to such a question would be.
 Gouther Crag with some farming machinery belonging to Truss Gap Farm in the foreground.
Gouther Crag with some farming machinery belonging to Truss Gap Farm in the foreground.
I suppose the answer to such a question could be hypothesised for countless years, but what struck me as I belayed my partner on Bloodhound was the very obvious dangers he was putting himself through as he made countless moves about very poor, and spaced, protection, but why did he, and many other's before him, do such a thing?
 On the first pitch of Truss Buttress' Truss Buttres (VD).
On the first pitch of Truss Buttress' Truss Buttres (VD).
One climber mentions, in the trailer for the DVD, Crackoholic, which appeared on Dave MacLeod's blog on Monday: "... It's kind of a paradox, you approach death in order to feel alive."  This may be the very reason why we do such a dangerous thing, but how can this be justified to others?
 Trying to get some gear in after some bold climbing on Bloodhound (E2-, 5b).
Trying to get some gear in after some bold climbing on Bloodhound (E2-, 5b).
This also came to mind whilst belaying on Bloodhound.  On several occasions, when my partner was complaining about the lack of good, quality gear, I played through, in my head, the many different scenarios that could occur if the climber's foot slipped, or a move was misread, or a hold broke.  I could run downhill in the hope of taking in enough rope to prevent them hitting the floor if they fell, but if that wasn't good enough, what would I do?
I could administer first aid if they did deck out, but there was no phone signal at the crag so how would I raise further help if needed?  It struck me at that point that at times climbing can be a selfish past time; you might be able to justify to yourself the dangers of climbing, but how can these be justified to others who may be responsible for you on that one occasion when you came that bit too close to approaching death?
 Good lines, stay safe and see you on the wet stuff...
Iain
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
This time last week I was at the Bowderstone cranking on it's polished holds in the hope of getting up some of the super steep problems after a day's work in the forest with Go Ape at Whinlatter Forest Park. Truss Buttress, Gouther Crags.
Truss Buttress, Gouther Crags.
 Hernia (HVS+, 5a) on Gouther Crag's Truss Buttress.
Hernia (HVS+, 5a) on Gouther Crag's Truss Buttress. Looking across to the back of Fang Buttress from Truss Buttress.
Looking across to the back of Fang Buttress from Truss Buttress.
 Good lines, stay safe and see you on the wet stuff...
Iain