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From Holiday With Doggies - Part 1, Arco
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From Shutter Renovation
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From Piz Ciavazes - Rossi/Tomasi Route
(and a lesson learned)
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From Jenna Visits Romania
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From Last Day of Cragging at Gaillands
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From Aiguille du Tour
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From Almost a triathlon
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From Vajolet Towers - Delagokante
Year: 2012
This summer I planned our holiday to Lake Como (Lecco) with the kids. The kids, on the other hand, planned a holiday to Lake Garda (Arco) with me.
With her keen eye for decoration Laetitia had noticed (i.e. nagged me about 😉 ) the weathered state (splitting wood and flaking paint 🙁 ) of our shutters. So, being a two-man job lifting the shutters off, and in particular back on to, their hinges I recruited a decorating professional
Seen from from the Sella Pass road, the Piz Ciavazes cannot fail to impress – a massive wall of steep, good rock which breaks abruptly two thirds the way up at the ‘Gamsband’. Most routes proceed no further than this level, since the upper tier is said to be poor rock. Even more impressive is …
Before we went on our summer holiday Jenna visited me in Romania...
The morning dawned misty in the valley, so after a late breakfast of pain au chocolat and coffee in town we had a late start for a short midday session at Les Gaillands. The crag was deserted, as the holiday period was over, or was it because only English climb in the heat of the …
Usually when we’re in Chamonix, I don’t often get the opportunity to do an easy route, but with Ian supporting me we persuaded Pete to go for the easy but classic Aiguille du Tour.
Since I started swimming a year or so ago and even more so since I bought a road bike, people have been asking if I’m going to do a triathlon. This was never my intention, however when one was organised on my doorstep, the temptation was too great. As it turns out, I didn’t actually …
The Delagokante is the one that features in every Dolomite calendar, numerous postcards and picture books.
While Ian and I waited for Laetitia and Astrid to finish their route on the Aiguille Rouge, sitting on a boulder chatting about this and that, we realised that within just a few metres of where we were sat was an incredible array of alpine flowers.
