The forecast was for hot and the crowds were on their way. We decided to head the other way. We drove down to Wilton Quarry and watched hundreds of cars queuing on the north bound M6, maybe all on their way to the Windermere air-show.
Wilton was pretty quiet. We actually only managed four routes – too tired in the oppressive humidity and ending up totally pumped on Wipe Out (a sustained E2).
We finished the afternoon with a quick drink (orange and lemonade for the driver!) in the Wilton Arms. A very nice pub in a perfect location – 5 minutes from the crag.
Looks like your driver is melting π―
Couldn’t say that I noticed – I wasn’t driving (obviously), so I had a Pimms! Consequence; in the heat I was quite pi$$ed and fell asleep all the way home…
Sounds like you needed it. I hope the driver didn’t wake you up once you got home until after your dinner was ready. :good:
Dinner was the man’s job on Saturday night – bbq. Being a woman, I had no idea how to operate the thing, so all I could do was sit back and relax π
Hey Tish
You are on my old territory. Remember going there with Pete and Frank, when Pete was werking in Skem π
That must be the most hooked piece of ironmongery around π
Also, you’ve just done that funny finger move :star:
I held onto that hook for dear life – I wasn’t on form that day. Then I had to step down to make the traverse. I dithered for ages before I stepped up – forgot to use my eyes and feet π . It was an easy move once I’d opened my eyes. π― π―
Yeah, but what about the finger β maybe you missed it and that’s why it was sooo hard π
I don’t remember a finger move. But then, I wasn’t using my eyes. π
I’ll have to do the route again.