Winter days. Short, dark days. Cold, wet days. The horizons shrinks and the bigger picture blurs. Time to get embroiled in projects. This time of year is all about the detail; micro-exploration. Deeper relationships; not the brief acquaintances of the trad season, the lucky brush with a route that comes and goes. It's about getting to know something, and yourself. Breaking it down, working with it. Picking battles and chipping away at them. Small victories become big triumphs.
in Torridon is a given. I know those moves up to the last so well now.
Sloping red rails, the sidepull crimp scar, sit over the right heel,
intermediates leftwards, then pop. Ian offered some intriguing beta, something new to
try. Can't wait to go back but it won't be until after next week's limestone pump in Spain.
For routes, Am Fasgadh is the perfect
highland winter sport crag. Mostly perma-dry, all perma-brutal. I've had three days
trying things there so far this season. The Shield is all worked out
and ready to go, it's a waiting game for the top wall to dry out now. Primo still feels
solid; powerful and sustained. Saturday's session was spent lobbing half the height of the route trying
the cross through into the crack at the top. A Sea Eagle cruised above
and wondered what the fuss was about.
At last a
small success: Road to Domestos at Scatwell Boulder finally caved in to
my trying. A perfect woodland lowball hidden with the hazels above the
raging Conon river.
It's a start.