I spent much of the week obsessing about The Seer. Trying to remember the intricate foot sequences around the crux, the direction to clip at each bolt, where I might be able to squeeze out a rest.
Friday's forecast looked amazing so I went round the houses to find a belayer. Admin and faff threatened to intervene, but eventually the stars aligned, and I found myself heading up through the wasteland of ex-forest once again. A clear blue sky and crisp February air, hard frost in the shade, golden warmed rock in the sun. It's was on.
|Moy Rock in perfect winter conditions.|
|Knowing it might be a while until weather allowed a re-match, I wrote down the crux sequence after my first try of The Seer. Luckliy it didn't take as long as feared, and as sad as it may be, it worked.|