"I've just had a mad idea to go to Northumberland. Forecast looks mint."
A few minutes later, another beep and buzz.
"As in double fucking mint."
|Laggan projecting. Ignore the wonky skyline!|
I check the forecast back at home, it agrees with Rich's mint scale. That's that then. Pack the car and head south, the A9 passing in a blur, to Sarah's in Edinburgh, to be joined later by Rich all the way from a day at work in Inverness.
Saturday morning. The A1 to a coffee stop at Berwick then on into the sun to the County, that hallowed land of gentle rolling green speckled with breaking waves of golden sandstone. The cold wind blows but excitement and an enthusiastic reccomendation send us to check out hilltop Ravensheugh. Possibly not the best choice on this of all days, but we stay long enough for Rich to do Debbie McGee. I can do all but the last move and keep trying until icy toes bring diminishing returns and we bail. Boulder pad sails in the gail wrestle and ragdoll us, throwing us both to the ground in literal gales of laughter.
Back at the car, back on the road. To Hepburn, in the hope that some trees will abate the cutting Westerly. They do, just, so we step to. Rich points the way up the Fontainbleau-esque arete of Titanic, then it's sit-start. I spend an hour flailing on it, my hips refusing to point where I want them, eventually giving up for some easy consolation prizes below A Northern Soul, which Rich makes light work of. I start to get that low feeling, all this driving and still no decent ticks, so with a wing and a prayer leg it up to Rheumatology, a low-tech 7A, and scrape through the topout as the sun starts to sink. In seconds I'm transformed from serious and sad to happy-elated-bestever. It's pathetic.
Sunday morning. The A1 again. Coffees again. More big blue skies but the wind from Cumbria keeps coming so we opt for shelter at Kyloe-in-the-Woods. I've not been here for a good few years, since I lived in Edinburgh, so it's nice to warm up on the problems I previously had to work. Rich flashes Playing Rudies, I try Jocks and Geordies. It climbs brilliantly but I struggle with the long last reach and end up climbing the whole thing about 15 times and still don't make the bump from crimp to final hold. With a bruised ego, I give up and we head to Bowden Doors to meet a strong team and use the last of the weekend's skin and muscle.
|Rich flashing Playing Rudies, Kyloe-In|