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Solstice: October 2023

For those who don’t know, my new year runs from when the clocks go forward, giving a much better point of the year for resolutions and goal setting. There is also a Solstice when the clocks go back. For more information, click here.

The number of people I speak to about this whole New Years/Solstice thing who immediately go “Oh that’s a good idea!” always makes me smile.

The problem I have now, though, is that because I’ve found this ideal time to schedule various different jobs, this weekend has suddenly exploded with things I need to get done. Blog posts, course dates, goal setting with clients, the list is not insubstantial; so much so I actually have a list on the computer of everything I need to do very soon.

An example of one of the jobs I need to work on this weekend: setting dates for next summer’s FUNdamental dates

Still, one thing I have realised this past season is to make sure I’m looking after me as much as trying to crack on with other work stuff and being as this is effectively my own personal goal setting, it is an important thing to prioritise. Besides, everything else happens around now, not necessarily on the day itself.

And so to celebrate my annual Solstice and in so doing, remind myself of the journey of the past six months. Because without those reflections every now and again, the road can seem very long.

Season Review

I love this bit. I mean, I completely underestimate it at first and then as I scroll down on blog posts, Instagram pictures and 27 crags records, and keep scrolling, I suddenly remember half of the point of this whole exercise: to remember what I’ve done this season, however ridiculous they were…

Indeed, we do begin in Scotland on what is becoming our big Easter trip. Glen Coe was the destination of choice and as the caption of the above Instagram post suggests, it didn’t exactly start well. I mean, we had some lovely walks around the area and certainly made the most of it but with the threat of eviction, dead van batteries, and various other trials and tribulations, it was a bit of a challenging start. Even once I found climbing, it didn’t go that great.

But it was funny and I can’t suggest anything other than the fact both the Cameron Stone and Heather Hat in Glen Nevis are first rate and worth a visit for anyone.

Back home again, it seemed there was some malaise settling in but in hindsight, it looks like plenty went down! Not to mention some much needed relaxation of the relentless work push that had gone on for four years previously. June seemed to be the beginning of my first real rest from Prowess in four years and it was much needed. I’ll be trying to find that balance more and more from now on.

Before that, though, was what felt a huge moment for my professional development. Friend and top-class coach, Andy Swann often warns not to be a “lone wolf” and so having the opportunity to spend some time mixing with others at a similar level at the GB Climbing Coaching Conference was fantastic.

I would later be very glad of this conference and the people met there when, after a long period of quiet, the first public Performance Coach Award began. I was so thrilled and honoured to be included, even if I had stacked the deck working for Mountain Training not long before on the Mental Skills workshops. It turned out there were a lot of familiar faces on that first day in Manchester from this very conference. And one person who I’d begun to befriend who was in attendance at both was Ben Brooks; a man who is rapidly becoming a good friend.

And then I had a birthday. I mean, I kinda do wish I’d give up on this ridiculous idea (although not as much as my partner does) but at the same time, it is really cool to try and challenge myself to make things happen. Still, to cite myself, “I’ve totally screwed myself over“. There’s so much pressure there now that unless I can make something work and have an amazing day, I feel like I’ve failed.

This one was, quite honestly, a failure. My first big failure really since the tradition began. While I’ve had low-key birthdays in the past few years, this one felt like there was an opportunity to make something of it that I missed.

It required me to grab the bull by the horns more and, ironically for me, be a bit more selfish. In hindsight, I should’ve dropped the kids off and disappeared to Northumberland for the night. Now that would’ve made the list! However a brief and drab, almost-solo, frantic drive to Helsby in the drizzle seems a lowlight.

A flurry of local days out followed before another family trip, this time up to the Lake District and with my parents along too! It was another great week, with biking and walking abound. And of course, with a nice adult:kids ratio, the chance for me to escape for a couple of evenings…

There was a bit of faff on the first outing, with our intended destination of Thirlmere unexpectedly blocked by a closed road and thus, a reduced session at Carrock Fell. However after a sense that I was struggling with outdoor climbing more than usual, this felt like I was getting back into the swing of things a little more.

The second night was more sprung on me, with Em offering to look after the girls while I went to play. I spent a day pondering where would be dry before realising the obvious: the Bowderstone stays dry in the rain… And it’s not like I’ve exhausted everything I have to do on there!

More rock mediocrity ensued after I got back, including a poor stop off at Churnet on the way to Manchester for Performance Coach Training day 1. But then came an outdoor bouldering streak to rival many of the past few years.

If much of the season has been me struggling to succeed on rock, the past couple of months have seen it all come to fruition. Two 7a and two 7a+ in the Pass at Pacman and Cwm Glas Bach, a great day at Gardoms at last with another 7a, a repeat of Roohan 7b at the Garreg and a stack of good lines climbed at the Cost of Living Boulders have all made it feel like I’m coming back to my best for the first time in years. And all of those (bar one) have been among some brilliant people.

I know I’m coming into the typical winter, indoor season but I don’t really want to stop the outdoor climbing. This September has also seen my youngest, Hannah, begin school full time and it feels I’ve now got so much more time not only to work but to play. Yes, I’ve got plenty of work to do both in and on the house but hopefully, I can still find some time to get out and keep climbing. It is, after all, what I dearly love to do.

Throughout all of this personal development has been coaching sessions, FUNdamentals courses and a fair few training courses. There’s been the relentless and fantastic ping, ping, ping of WhatsApp group chats going off almost every day, with genuinely top coaches from across the country messaging with questions or suggestions.

I feel my coaching has very definitely developed hugely over the past season. It’s handy really as this past week has felt a very momentous one: it is the end of my last part-time, non-coaching related job. That’s it, I’m on my own now, using Prowess to make ends meet!

Thankfully I have a burgeoning reputation, I’m currently embarking on the top climbing coaching award in the country and my expansion into coach education courses is going well. Meanwhile, I’m making headway on my first coaching book; taking this ability to waffle among a vague theme into my professional life [not entirely true, with dozens of articles now published in various places over the past few years]. I’m hoping the Goal Map book will hit the shelves early in the New Year. Optimistic, yes, but then so was starting this business in the first place and that’s gone pretty well over four short years.

Previous Season Goals

  • Goal: 8a
  • The List
  • Climb with other people!
  • Build Summer work
  • Kids outdoor climbing
  • Birthday tradition?
  • Anything else?

How Did It Go?

Yeah, yeah, Goal: 8a. Moving on…

The List has had some progress, with a piece of paper kicking around somewhere in the office with a massive stack of boulder problems on there. Yet it hasn’t made it onto the whiteboard, so it doesn’t really count. Job half-finished on this one I think. It is now in the kitchen though.

There has been one subtle change. Where before, there were about a dozen problems with various grades, aspects and so on, now I’ve gone hard on the guidebook and made a much bigger list. There’s talk of us leaving North Wales – or at least Llanberis – in the not-too-distant future and whether it happens or not, I feel I want to complete as much as the projects here as possible before we do. With a potential end-point in sight for my time here, it felt time to go all out and increase The List.

One thing I have done very successfully this season is climb with other people and it’s been amazing! Browsing my records of tick lists, more than half have been with someone else, with four of the past five all being in company of other climbers. Granted, plenty of this season’s sessions were alone but part of that is simply necessity; like while away in Scotland or en route to a work event for example. Where it’s been possible, it seems I’ve put the effort in and have had a much nicer time as a result.

Summer work still requires some effort for me to be comfortable and confident that I can make it through the year successfully. Taking August off (or ‘work light’ as it’s become known) has made a huge difference to my mental state and will likely happen again moving forward. Writing my book will also help. However I still need to crack on to make sure I’m generating enough work to be okay. This year, of course, I’m all in.

Kids outdoor climbing didn’t really take off and to be honest, I forgot that was on there. But then it’s not like we’ve been sat around and neglected it, it would’ve been tough to try and fit it in! And we have started more regular indoor sessions now the days have lined up better, which will be a start. Pushing that back to next year seems a good idea, as long as I remember.

Then finally we come to the Birthday Tradition. After the high of last year, this was the first since 2008 that really fell completely flat. Efforts were made, yes, but they were poor at best and should’ve been better. The opportunity was there and I needed to be more proactive, with a missed chance to head to Northumberland gone begging.

It’s hard to be too upset, as I’ve had fifteen years of largely brilliant and unforgettable birthdays. Still, there’s lessons to be learnt there and I suspect this will be a regular struggle every year for some time.

Oh and I’ve no idea why it says “anything else?” there. I suspect I forgot to remove it while editing the post…

Next Season Goals

And so, after the look back comes the look forward [thinks: “Oo! nice line! I might steal that for my book…”]

As above, it seems silly to let go of the momentum and forget about outdoor bouldering just because the season has changed. Historically, yes, as evening sessions weren’t possible from now on, but my circumstances have changed. I can’t do evening sessions now anyway, as I’m either working or with the kids, so why not target outdoor daytime sessions as and when circumstances like availability and weather allow?

That being said, it is now aggregate season and I do really enjoy them. Equally, they are brilliant training for me to get strong for Spring, so I don’t want to forget about them entirely.

Instead, it’s about finding a balance and that’s why I’m aiming for the slightly odd number of 88% completion across both competitions this year. It’s not simply a case of having a minimum to hit, I’m going to try and get as close to that number as possible i.e. not exceed it massively by simply trying to climb everything.

That should give me the time to train properly too. My lower back is in a bit of trouble right now after building campervan conversion kits all summer, while Lily Pwd-Pwd has trashed my right knee and my elbows/fingers are aching too. I could go on, needless to say if I want to keep this going long term, I need to get healthy and not just strong. Swimming regularly with Arfon Masters club will help too, offering some decent conditioning and making sure I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket.

This turned out to be Lily Pwd-Pwd, starting sitting with a solid heel-toe cam on the right foot that stayed in for most of the moves. Hence my aching knee

As mentioned, I really want to get this book published. Apart from easing some of the financial strain (hopefully at least) I feel this is the point I’m at now. I feel I’ve got things to offer a developing industry and that I’ve got things to say. Moreover, I feel like people want to listen too. Which is, I’ll be totally honest, really weird. Good but weird.

Finally, as excited as I am about being on the Performance Coach cohort, I know it’s going to require a monumental effort to pass the assessment. However I don’t want to leave it to linger for years, as many do with these kind of assessments. I genuinely think having this award could open some doors for me and it would be nice to get it done sooner rather than later. Targeting it now rather than letting it slide into the background will require some dedication but it’s something I’m more than happy to do.

  • Continue to boulder outdoors and up Top Ten Average grade to at least 7b
  • 88% aggregate completion with emphasis on Indy climbs
  • Train. Like actually train, especially conditioning antagonists
  • Swim
  • Finish writing The Goal Map and publish
  • Finish Performance Coach?

It’s difficult to summarise both the past season or the next one. It feels like speedy progress and yet like everything is ticking along. My relentless work ethic seems to be helping and hindering but these brief reflective periods are helping me to stay grounded, remember how well everything is going and keep striving. Winter often feels a bit like hunkering down and waiting for the better weather but I have a feeling I might look back at this season in years to come as a big one. Hopefully anyway.

Merry Solstice!

Keeping the Fire, erm, Smouldering

Whenever I (finally) device to write another blog post – and I’ve got to give a shout out to Mark Dicken for prompting me to write a new post – I always start by reading the last one. I learnt this the hard way a long time ago but doing this amazing once, only to realise I’d already done so in the previous post and had to delete it. Anyway, today, I thought I’d give an update on the latest exploits and so, as usual, read the last post.

It didn’t seem that long ago but at the same time seemed like I hadn’t been out for a prolonged period. What I can’t reconcile with this is the context of the last post: I’m all fired up and stoked to get out.

Suddenly the time frame seems important. If I was so keen, have I got out enough? If it’s not been that long then yeah, absolutely! If it has been ages, then clearly not. It’s all left me in a bit of a quandary.

As usual, as with all of us, it comes down to available time and the fact is, I’ve been busy. Very busy.

Gritstone Opportunity

One of the parts of my life/work that’s been keeping me up late (literally) has been the Performance Coach Training. I mentioned it in the last post, although I think I may need to explain a little more as to why it keeps cropping up.

This is what’s called a higher level award, so it’s not like any of the other coaching awards. The training is split across three independant training days spaced six weeks apart and all somewhere different, plus five (yes, five) assignments in the meantime. So the first was in Manchester in September, this second one in Sheffield recently and the next somewhere yet to be decided in November.

With a need to travel over the night before training and a free day to do so, it seemed a perfect opportunity to get out on some rock; made especially important given the forecast was nice and I had half the country to pick from! Original plans to head to Wilton with Jeff were cancelled and so, accompanied by the lovely and wonderful Mel Bacon from the course, I found myself at Gardoms.

Gardoms has long been on my to-visit list, with some stellar and very famous lines but every time I’d had it as a destination for a day, something happened and I went somewhere else instead. Well, more fool me, as this turned out to be a BIG favourite of mine, and I’ve only just scratched the surface.

As Mel and I chatted and got to know each other, we ticked off a series of nice, easy climbs that were both baffling and super fun in equal measure. Little Arete 6a was really cool, Seamstress 5 proving once again my inate inability to flash even the simplest of climbs and West Wall 5+ a nice reminder that no matter how good you get on grit, some things can still completely stump you at first (not that I’m that good on grit, but I have been climbing on this rock type for around twenty years now and have done my fair share of grit-style climbs in that time).

But I probably should’ve opted to head over to Mark’s Roof sooner than I did. The lines looked and still are immensley appealing, especially as I managed to complete Mark’s Roof Left-Hand 6c+/7a with a “psychological spotter” purely positioned to take my mind off the highly-unlikely drop down to the road on the left. Another visit is a must.

Roohan Repeated

The following weekend, I was outside again. With the kids otherwise engaged on a pumpkin farm, I managed to escape to catch up with Tom and Chris who had been keen to check out Clogwyn y Garreg.

This is the crag I developed along with Josh Butler back in 2020 and it thrills me so much that it’s getting some attention. Putting up lines is great but it’s nothing compared to hearing other people have climbed it and moreover, have enjoyed it.

By the time I caught up with them, Tom and Chris were playing on the Cracked Bloc, trying to decipher the lines we put up with my poor memory not exactly being much help. It was fun to repeat some of the old lines and some of them really are excellent; something tough to determine when you first climb them.

However, I was supposed to be working later that evening so couldn’t hang around that long. Only, right before I left to go to work, I got a text saying they couldn’t make the session. After a brief and manic flurry of WhatsApp messages, it became clear that nobody was coming that evening. So, not in the slightest bit reluctantly, I stuck around at the crag.

Not only did I manage to repeat Roohan 7b, which was frankly awesome and reminded me just how good that climb is, but I then got to see Tom send it very quickly too. And all on the most beautiful Sunday evening.

Cost of Living At Last

Which brings us rapidly to yesterday, which suddenly makes me realise quite how much I’ve been getting out lately. Jay had got in touch and said he was around this week and on Sunday, I’d chatted to Tom and Chris about getting out again soon. Wednesday’s diary column was empty so depsite the ever-growing jobs list, out I headed again.

Making the most of the still-reasonably-long days, we opted to somewhere with a longer walk in. Initially the destination was Cwm Craig-las but with mostly harder grades, we plumped for another hitherto unvisited destination: the Cost of Living Boulders.

While often lumped in with the Smackhead Bloc under the auspices of Gallt yr Ogof, this cluster of boulders really deserves to be separate; both geographically and stylistically. Developed by Ben Walley and his friends back in 2018, it had been on my radar for a long time (much like Gardoms, only closer to home) and again, I landed the perfect day to head up there.

In the end, 8 climbs went down that day, which might not sound like much but is actually a decent day out. Yes, I could’ve probably done a bit more and I wasn’t physically finished by the end but logistics at British bouldering venues are very different to somewhere like Font or Albarracin, with a lot of pad shuffling across rocks and heather taking up a big chunk of the day.

All in all, to have added Eye of Sauron 6a, Apple Arete 6b, Love Dart 7a and the brilliant Is That a Mollusc? 5+ to the recent sending spreee was awesome. What’s more, having finally looked at Living in the Moment 7b and finding The Price is Wrong, Bob 7b have given two outstanding projects for the list that I am most definitely very psyched to get back to.

Oh, I Nearly Forgot

When writing posts, I use various things to jog my memory. The first is Instagram but after that is my 27 crags tick list. In writing this one, I found one climb on the latter that wasn’t on the former.

The reason makes sense now I think of it. Back on the 12th October, I headed back up to Cwm Glas Bach (yet again) to finally finish off Lily Pwd-Pwd 7a+. And finish it off I did. So why no photo to remind me?

I distinctly remember thinking of getting some sort of photo of video on the day but consciously deciding not to. “Today is for me” was what went through my head. And so it has stayed. No record, no video, just the memory in my mind of clinging to those fierce crimps and the lingering pain in my right knee to remind me of my exploits.

That and a suddenly burgeoning tick list for the season. With the Solstice coming at the weekend, the past few weeks may have significantly changed the landscape for the coming season’s goals.

Back in the Game

did have a start to this post in mind but I’m going to quickly digress. I was supposed to be, according to my plan, out bouldering in the Pass right now; that was until I saw the forecast. As usual with the British in recent times, as soon as there is a storm forecast, at least one with a name, it becomes a major talking point and people start planning incessently like they’re Noah with some woodworking tools. Whether it’s the fact I’ve seen this pattern too many times – stock piling canned goods only to find it’s a bit damp and blowy – or whether it’s denial, I don’t know, but despite the apocolyptic predictions, I opted to play it by ear.

Then the school run was dry. And it stayed dry after we got home, for a reasonable amount of time, enough for me to dig out the two spare pads from the back of the bike shed. After all that, I could get a climb in regardless.

And yet, I faffed. Totally unnecessary faff. It was pure hesitation to be honest, I could’ve easily left much earlier but oddly, found myself wandering back and forth from the kitchen to the bathroom and back, instead of actually leaving. It didn’t make any sense, the rain was certainly coming at some point (even heavy drizzle would be enough to call the whole thing off) and if I wanted to get out, there was certainly a sense of urgency. So why didn’t I go?

It was almost as if I didn’t really want to go. After some soul searching, I realised that I was simply being indecisive: I knew the rain was coming and didn’t want to make a wasted trip; but I also didn’t want to simply admit defeat and sack it off prematurely. Imagine how I’d feel if the forecast rain didn’t come?!

In the end, I got my wish and something else made the decision for me (which, incidentally, turned out to be what I was waiting for). Literally as I turned the key in the ignition of the van, the rain got to the point where it was clear it wasn’t gonna happen. But crucially, now that something else has taken away the option, I can now safely slap my hand on my thigh and engage in that most national of pasttimes for us Brits: complaining. I would’ve been able to get out if it wasn’t for our stupid weather, blah blah blah. Win win really.

Finally Fired Up

This all goes completely against my intended start for this post, which was all centred around getting back in the groove. I seem to have found my mojo again.

I don’t think it was an intention of the training but my attendance of the recent (first public, I’d like to point out to anyone that has yet heard me in person) Performance Coach Award seemed to give a crisis of faith so bad that I began questioning whether I was any good at anything to do with climbing, let alone coaching. Couple that with the timing – August now typically being my deload month, taking a break from both climbing and coaching – and I simply couldn’t find any drive to really put the effort in. All told, I was a bit rocked (no pun intended) and hadn’t tried very hard on any climb for quite some time; like 6-8 weeks.

Finally, last Friday, I had a little word with myself. I’d finally had chance to speak to Em and verbalise my feelings (which helped massively) then on the way to my usual voluntary Friday group, reminded myself that everything I’d done is based in the scientific method, meaning I don’t need to feel like it’s working, I need to go back and read it. And it’s the same with my climbing: if you don’t feel like you are a good climber right now, go and prove it.

Just like that, after weeks of apathy, I turned up at the Indy with fire in my belly and desire in my eyes. The barrel had been reset too giving plenty of meaty challenges and all succumbed, except the correct finish to one 7c, it’s sit start 7c+ and a very long 7c. Yet what was sigificant wasn’t the list of ascents, I’d got something similar on the back face recently anyway, it was the drive to succeed. I’d been ticking off the same grades all along. The difference this time was that I’d really wanted it and gave it beans to get to the top. Finally, I felt motivated again.

Taking it Outside

In the typical American film style, it was like I turned to that desire and said “let’s take this outside”. Well, we are talking about fighting after all!

That being said, an outdoor session within 24 hours was unexpected; to the point I’d said on Friday that I could really go all out as I had plenty of recovery time. Still, the offer was there, Em let me off parental duties and I headed up to meet friends at Pacman. And promptly smashed it once again.

I have done all of the sub-7b climbs at the Pacman boulders but not for a very long time and while I’m not usually a fan of repeating climbs, I was quite up for this one. Indeed, it turned out that some of them didn’t appear on my records, meaning I could “repeat” them but still record them, boosting my stats and getting a bit closer to completeness.

Pacman Arete Low 7a went first on the second go, Karma Sutra 6c on the first try. Karma Sutra Direct 6c+ kinda went first go but I realised I’d gone too far right and the proper route did go on the next try. Then on to the next boulder with a retro flash of G Spotting 7a (involving some very eliminate beta) and G Spotting LH 7a+ going on the second attempt, albeit with very little grace and style and relying far more on power. All in all, I think I fell off twice during the entire session.

Moreover, it was a brilliant social session with some great blokes. Hopefully I didn’t get too carried away and come across as too much of an arrogant dick as I’m very grateful for their presence, nay invite, to boost the psyche levels.

Even with today’s non-session, it feels the tide has turned. I’ve admitted that I’m in limbo lately, waiting for the aggregates to start up again to get back in to training but now, it feels I no longer need that. The fire is back.

Playing Away From Home

Regular readers or those who know me personally may well know I have an affinity to football. It’s not a serious thing, I don’t watch many matches on tele, let alone at the stadium, but I do like to follow the results and read the match reports. And I do have a vague understanding of how the game works, as well as how teams tend to perform.

It struck me that football could be a good analogy for my personal climbing exploits. I’ve mentioned before that teams tend to play best when they’re playing at home (and not just because of the home support) and it’s the same for me with climbs.

I tend to climb my hardest problems around North Wales. Part of it is familiarity, part of it is the ability to go back over and over but it’s much the same as football: playing at home yields higher success. Playing away, however, is much harder. Perhaps it’s dealing with different rock types; which of course, I’m used to over the years but will always feel different to usual. Much of it is pressure, where I feel like there’s a greater need to “perform”, something I’ve rarely been good at on a personal level. And of course much of it is time-pressure. Away from home, in every sense, is simply harder than at home. (Oh, and it’s even more the case when playing away in Europe but much like Liverpool in the late 90s, that isn’t really that relevant for me lately.)

This all might seem like inane and unhelpful ramblings until you realise that it’s not. When coaching, so much of what I do is helping people manage their expectations and apply the right tactics that are likely to yield the best chance of success. If you’re aware of these issues before you start, you can adjust your plans accordingly. And that’s exactly what I did last week with much success.

Not-So-Soggy Lakes

Last week was our summer trip away to the Lake District. While not exactly a climbing trip (family trips simply aren’t) there was chance for a couple of sessions, especially due to two things: firstly that the weather played ball; and secondly my amazing partner, yet again, springing an extra evening off for me from my parental duties.

And so to our football analogy/tactics intro. Aware that I’m likely not on top form, never at my strongest in August and all the other points mentioned above, I opted to try and pick my routes very carefully this time, although it didn’t start that smoothly.

I’d narrowed it down to two crags: Carrock Fell, which I visited on my last trip up here a few years ago and wanted to revisit; and Thirlmere Reservoir, which has had established boulders since I lived up this way back in 2002 but I’d never visited. Time-shy, it was a six-of-one-half-dozen-of-t’other type decision and I plumped for Thirlmere. At the last second, Em decided to come with me and so we piled in the van, headed down the A591. Missing the turn at the north end of the reservoir, we took the one at the southern end, got two minutes up the road and were abruptly halted by a barrier. The road was closed. With a two-and-a-half mile walk to the boulders, I thought we’d try from the other end, only to find it closed immediately there too and an even bigger walk.

Being as I’d chosen Thirlmere boulders primarily for their roadside quality (although I was intrigued to finally check them out), we quickly bailed to option 2 and rushed up to Carrock Fell. The Northern boulders aren’t exactly far from the road either. And it was here that my decision making took a major turn for the better.

The guidebook did indeed guide me, pointing out that the Low Boulder, Mushroom Boulder and Boardman Boulder are the place where most people tend to focus when they’ve not been here before and while I’d done a load on the Mushroom previously, there was still plenty to go at. A flash of a 6a+ and another 6b did my stats no harm and got me going, Em sat behind quietly reading her book. So far so good. Then a fast ascent of an unnamed 6c+ (video above) helped to further boost some confidence. Not my usual heady grades and not the 7s that I crave but a good climb and good choice, considering I wanted to get a few climbs done in the short time I had.

One more 6c, Gift of the Gabbro, relented, though the 7a to it’s left did not. Nor did McHaffie’s Crack 7b+ which was always a long shot but I was optimistic. And by this point I was happy with my haul. Conscious of time restraints, we called it and headed back.

Two days later I was out again. After a day of slight drizzle, I was a bit apprehensive about finding the right crag but quickly realised that I was overthinking it. The Bowderstone is fiercly overhanging, meaning climbs there are tough but resistant to rain and it was the clear and obvious choice.

It turned out to be a good choice. Again, I knew if I tried to get on something tough – 7b or upwards – that I would likely go home empty handed, especially as my last session I mopped up the obvious climbs at a reasonable grade. So I scanned the guidebook, seeking out the low-7s. It worked, with me finishing off the Bowderiser 7a, plus it’s sit start (above) before moving round the corner.

The Crack Superdirect took a bit of effort and purists would say finishing in the pocket didn’t really count and missed the last move but I was happy with finishing where I did. After all, the hold was massive and the last move not exactly difficult and I was starting to get quite high for comfort. But I was certainly happy starting from lower…

There’s something about leaving something that is pretty much finished but not quite. If I’d tried something hard and got nowhere, I’d have been annoyed. Or if I’d finished every climb I tried very quickly, I’d have wished I’d tried something harder. Gold standard is to finish one last tough climb on the very last effort of the day but next best thing (for me at least) is to get really close; enough to know you could’ve done if things had gone fractionally different. Other people may disagree, including my younger self, but for me now, that shows I’ve had the best of it.

In the end, I bailed when I realised I could no longer see the footholds on the sit start; although by this point I was pretty spent anyway. But for once, I felt like I’d had a good session, like I’d had a good workout and had got some decent ticks in my book.

My stats have shown it too. My Top Ten Yearly Average grade had a massive spike back in January but that was because I’d climbed one single line and it was 7c+. It immediately dropped was back down when I added Fudd Elmer 6b the following month. Since then, I’ve been trying to drag it back up and now finally, we’re up to 7a+; the same grade as last year. However with only one 7b completed since then (flashing Boss Hogg at Beddgelert forest, and going onto a different set of data) it’s clear where I need to focus if this is what I’m aiming for.

For now, though, I’m simply revelling in a good away performance for a change.

Dog’s Day Out But Questions to be Answered

It’s three sessions now. Three sessions where I’ve gone, with the best of intentions, driven and enthusiastic and have returned having barely completed anything and certainly nothing of any note. It’s getting to the point that I can no longer simply say “yeah, well, outdoor climbing is tough compared to indoors” and I’m starting to thinking it’s me. There seems to be something in the way I’m making decisions which is resulting in me not really doing much more than an elaborate dog walk with a lot of mass hanging on my back.

And yet, there’s been something nice about simply being out in the mountains (or on the beach at least) again after such a small number of outdoor days this year. I’ve been reading more and more advice saying “remember why you started climbing” and to be honest, way back at the start, climbing and bouldering especially were something to do while out in the mountains. In that respect, I’m hitting all the right buttons. However, while that remains true, my motivations aren’t as simple as once they were. Now, I’m more driven by performing, by matching the challenge to my skill set on the day. And I’m not doing that lately. Not by a long way.

Short term, it’s fine but this can’t go on much longer before I lose the thrill for it. I need to start making better choices about where I go, what I try and I need to start trying a bit harder. Thankfully, there’s a bit of an action plan forming. But first, let’s recap on those past three sessions.

Porth Ysgo

It’s nearly a month ago now but my first outdoor session since my birthday day out was more out of necessity than choice. Rain lashed back at home, I would’ve ordinarily sacked it off in favour of getting some jobs done but Sam Beaumont – famed local photographer of mine – was keen to get out to get some practice behind the lens and was definitely not psyched for plastic, it needed to be rock.

With a distinct lack of options, it was left to me to try and find somewhere suitable. Thankfully, I managed to live up to my reputation – my biggest success of the day really that I succeeded. Basically the rule is: the further away from Capel Curig you get, the better your chances of dry rock. Which left two options really, or rather two directions: north east to the limestone (but the Cave wasn’t really what he wanted and even there, it didn’t look promising); or south west to the emergency backup option. So we drove down to the Lleyn.

There’s a weird micro-climate down that way that means that when there’s nowhere else, there’s always Porth Ysgo. But there are a couple of downsides. Firstly, it’s a bloody long way, with a round trip of about an hour and a half. Secondly, it is a tidal venue and this isn’t really my area (I blame my Brummie upbringing for this one). Thirdly, being a rock beach, landings are quite often not ideal, not helped by many problems being quite tall. Still, when it’s a shortlist of one, you go for it.

The other problem is I’ve never really got on well at Porth Ysgo. I’ve been plenty of times but even if it were closer, it’s not my favourite and I haven’t done very much down there even over several visits over the years. With time and performance pressures, I eventually plumped to stick to old favourites: the classic Popcorn Party 7a; and the mega dyno Jawbreaker 6c. The second was repeated several times, the former proved evasive and didn’t see a repeat, annoyingly as that was what was needed for the camera.

There were positives to be taken. But a ticklist of two new 6a climbs wasn’t exactly one of them.

Cwm Glas Bach: Part One

A fortnight later – possibly due to time pressures, possibly due to relentless rain again, I can’t recall – and I was out again, sneaking out for the day while the kids were otherwise occupied. Learning lessons from before, I stayed closer to home this time and headed up the Pass.

Now, typically, first time visitors to the Pass will naturally focus their attention on the Roadside boulders. This will carry on for a while until most things are completed (sometimes for decades) before they then venture up the hill to the Wavelength circuit. Usually there’s plenty here to keep people for a lot longer still but if you’re bored of that, you can head down the valley slightly to the scattered circuit of Cwm Glas Bach.

There are a couple of stand out lines in the guide that appeal to some, including Moose’s Toothpaste 6c and Corridors of Power 7c+ but most of the rest of the climbs there are largely ignored. While browsing through the guide a few weeks before, one little buttress grabbed my attention and it was here that I opted to go.

Cue a lot of trudging about, albeit with a lightened load. Eventually, after some considerable searching, I managed to crest over the brow of a hill and find what I was looking for: Gentlemen’s Wall. Seeking to improve my flash grade, this small buttress seemed an ideal opportunity, with a 6b, 6c+ and a nice 7a dyno all theoretically flashable.

Only, I was very wrong about the last part. Even with years of experience, switching from indoor to outdoor isn’t easy and I vastly underestimated how hard it would be to get going properly. Razorhead 6b took three goes, being incredibly sharp and tough (who would’ve expected that eh?), while on Pin Sharp 6c+ I lost count (but at least did succeed in the end). Even with blurring the lines of what classes as a flash, I quickly fell off Nodder’s Dyno 7a too, rendering any worries about ethics moot. And just as I was getting into the swing of things, the rain came again and I was chased away.

Overall, a mildly successful session but not exactly a session to write home about (ironically, given I’m literally writing about it). The video below says it all really.

Cwm Glas Bach: Part Two

Despite my lack of success last time, something had grabbed my attention. It seemed there was much more rock up there and many more climb-able boulders than seemed to be in the guide.

One of the joys of having developed one’s own climbs or crags is that it seems to liberate something inside oneself. Where before, I was a slave to the guidebook, only climbing things I could find in print, once I’d gone through the process for myself, I feel much happier simply going and trying things. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get more first ascents but to be honest, it’s more about having the confidence to open my mind somewhat and just try things without needing to be directed first.

So with the kids away a week or so later, I took the chance to head back up there. I’m not entirely convinced it was the right choice.

I’d seen a roof on the hillside that simply looked awesome… from a distance. So I went to go have another look. And once there, it did look really good indeed. That is apart from the small pond directly underneath, right where my pad would need to go. Shallow water bouldering followed by carrying a giant saturdated sponge didn’t appeal.

Still, I got stuck in to a couple of lines on a nearby bloc, both of which were indeed good fun! I knew nothing about them and simply followed what seemed like the obvious lines; the link up proving too tough. [Later I checked on ukclimbing.com and found they were indeed established lines: Comma 6a and Apostrophe 5+ which was handy as I had no clue what grade I would’ve given them.]

After that typical period of sitting around failing to commit to packing up and moving on that I seem to suffer from regularly, I eventually committed to packing up and moved on. There was a large, imposing boulder, that I’ve dubbed the Down Boulder due to the climb Come Down Get Down, so I wandered over to have a look. It didn’t appeal, being quite high and me being alone, so I continued on, quickly finding myself back near the Gentlemen’s Wall from the previous session.

This time, cue more bog wandering, looking for a boulder housing a climb in the guide called Lily Pwd-Pwd 7a+ that looked very appealing. However long later, I gave up, opting to go try some other boulders that I had no clue about but looked good. One face in particular looked really good with a nice landing, so I set up and gave it a blast. And it was indeed a great line! Probably the best line since, well, since I was at least a year younger.

Unsure how to record it, I gave it a nominal name, vowing to try and find out later. I recorded it, chucked it on Instagram and asked the question. The answer: Lily Pwd-Pwd. If only I’d actually done the sit start when I was there.

The Next Steps

And so to today. Weirdly, despite two lacklustre sessions at Cwm Glas Bach, as I walked out I couldn’t help but think I really want to go back. And now having Lily Pwd-Pwd to draw me back, at least I’ll have a target next time.

Which means it will now go on The List. It was on my season’s goal list after all. This was one of the strategies I’d mentioned right at the start and there are a handful of climbs that I’ve half-done this year and am keen to go back to. Some of them have been lingering for years, like The Punk at Clogwyn y Tarw, others are more recent such as Bustach Gut at Clogwyn y Bustach but to finish them off would be areal coup. And the best way to go about it seems to be to have the structure back that worked so well in the past.

Time shouldn’t be the major stumbling block soon either. As of September, both children are full-time in school, meaning I will have five days to squeeze work and play in, rather than three. I’m sad at losing my time with my youngest (who was only two hours a day two days a week before) but I’m looking on the bright side here and keen to make the most.

Holiday Hiatus

All that can wait, for a week at least, while we cram the van with more outdoor kit than a specialist retailer and go somewhere that looks almost exactly like home but where the walls are made of canvas. Yes, that’s right, we’re off on holiday.

I used to hate that word, holiday, but with two kids in tow, it’s not exactly a performance climbing trip. Still, with my folks coming with us on this one, I’m optimistic that I’ll be able to sneak away for a short while to get some routes in. We’re off to the Lake District (photo below of my last visit) so a session or two at somewhere like Carrock Fell would be ace. Hopefully I can finally get that elusive 7 away from home, that seems to have escaped me for some time. But even if not, hopefully I can stop the trend of mediocre sessions and get back in the groove.

Meh

It’s all kind of petered out this season. Climbing, writing, swimming, everything that is usually my go-to has all slowly and subtly failed to materialise, with me settling into the typical routine of any parent with young kids. I mean, it’s not all bad but it’s all family orientated.

In many ways, that’s been really nice. The past four years since I started Prowess have been a whirlwind of relentless effort and this is the first period where I’ve found I can start to take my foot off the gas. I’m still having to work hard and there are still parts left unfinished for the latest progression for the business i.e. delivery of BMC Fundamentals workshops (dates available on the Prowess website, assuming that’s not one of the jobs I need to finish off). But private coaching seems to be reaching the point of self sustainability and the feedback I get is generally exemplary (check out the Prowess Facebook page to see how well I’ve been received, even I’ve been very pleasantly surprised). It’s meant I’m now going through a phase where it feels the pressure is off a little bit.

So why hasn’t that translated into personal climbing instead?

The Relentless Nature of Performance

The word to best describe it is simply tiredness; on various different levels across my life.

There’s been a worrying physical lethargy lately that has left me struggling with the usual day to day activities, let alone going hard on the boulders. Why, I’m not entirely sure but for me to get to the stage of worry is unusual. The flippant excuse currently is the weather: I don’t cope well with extremes of weather and the heat and humidity have really knocked me for six. But that might simply be denial.

That’s not the only tiredness. High performance is an intense game, no matter what standard that is. Whether it’s Olympians or simply someone trying to knock a few seconds off their usual jog around the local park, pushing yourself is tough. For the past few years, I’ve been going pretty hard but this year, it seems the drive has waned somewhat and even indoors, I’m rarely going that hard any more. I mean, my clients are, which is awesome, but I seem to be living a bit more vicariously this season.

That change though has meant I’ve taken a different approach when I have got out; repeating old climbs, getting some mileage in and catching some missed gems along the way. In many ways, it’s actually been much nicer and chatting to a friend today, it seems I’m not alone. Taking it a bit steadier has been a welcome relief.

There’s been some injuries too, mainly chronic and mainly my elbows; something that has probably led to taking it a bit easier. Everything seems to stress my elbows in some way, from my personal climbing, my coaching, my part time woodwork job to the joinery work completed at home a couple of weeks back. Yes, the new wardrobe unit is starting to look pretty damn amazing but it certainly took it’s toll.

And the classic parents excuse: time. My mum asked me the other day what I would wish for from a genie and I had to say I’d want another three days in every week. Any parent will probably say something very similar, especially when their kids aren’t in school full time yet. There’s simply not enough hours in the day.

It’ll change come September when my youngest starts going to school for six hours a day and not two. It’ll only affect two days a week and gaining an extra eight hours a week might not sound like much but believe me, it could make an enormous difference. The problem is that I don’t want to wish this time away and I’m gonna miss the days I’ve had with her when they’re gone.

I’m many ways, that’s another reason I’ve not been climbing as much. But to be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve got until the end of term to make the most and if that means I don’t touch a single boulder problem between now and then, I really couldn’t care. Some things are more important.

Some actual climbing highlights

That being said, as I’ve not posted for a while, there are plenty of outdoor sessions to update on. Some were squeezed in around work sessions, some were in lieu of workshops with no takers and if I remember rightly before I look deeper, I think some may have even been dedicated sessions set aside simply to go play!

Being as it’s been so long, I’ll gonna do this sightly differently.

Caseg Ffraith, 20th April

When I arranged the dates for my Teaching Outdoor Bouldering workshops, I told myself that if nobody signed up, I would purposefully make sure I actually went outside instead. This was one of those days. What was especially nice about this one was that I could arrange some company.

Old friends Patrick and Seth joined, along with a small crew of theirs. Needing somewhere to go that would suit everyone, we headed to old favourite Caseg Ffraith; small but with a wide range of grades to give everyone something to go at. Personally, I opted to simply repeat some old favourites, get some outdoor mileage in and get some time on Welsh rock again.

As I was ticking stuff off, though, I suddenly noticed that there were a couple of gaps. I ended up leaving with four new ticks, including the reverse line Yardbone 7a+ and finally adding in the sit start to the uber-classic Caseg Ffraith Arete 6c.

Woodhouse Scar, Yorkshire, 23rd April

April saw me go to Leeds for a Climbing Coaching Conference, held by the BMC. The conference was outstanding, with plenty of learning, some fantastic networking and even a fair chunk of teaching in there too. Held at the outstanding Last Sun Dance climbing wall (well worth a visit), there were even a couple of decent ticks in the evening of bouldering too.

That’s the work bit and there was always a huge part of me that wasn’t about to pass up the chance to go to “God’s own country” and the magical Yorkshire grit without at least trying to get to a crag. Time being tight though, I opted for somewhere new on the way back home.

Hence I pitched up at the roadside crag of Woodhouse Scar. It seemed God wasn’t too thrilled about me playing on his rocks and shortly after I arrived and completed a couple of problems, Radium Arete sit start 6b+ and The Big 6 6a, he started to cry. The session is remembered almost as much for the guy smoking a spliff who was shocked at me brewing up by the roadside as it was for the climbing.

Wavelength boulders, 26th April

Another session with Patrick and Seth, this time accompanied by my old friend Sam Beaumont, purely in his personal capacity, rather than hiding behind the lens of his camera. A smaller crew but another fantastic vibe.

This was a similar session to Caseg Ffraith in terms of what I was aiming for as well: filling in gaps in the guide, repeating old favourites, mileage on the wall. In total, 9 problems were ticked that had been climbed before but hadn’t been recorded. Moreover, there was plenty of fun along the way

Cromlech boulders, 28th May

A bit of a gap (I can’t remember why, although this was around the time I took a week out to build a wardrobe unit at home…) Then some good old Cromlech sessions; the first of which was actually for a Performance Squad session but I’ve included it anyway.

Cromlech was the obvious choice, with it’s simple directions, ridiculously short walk in and wide grade range to go at. It actually ended up as a 1:1 with perfect conditions. While I didn’t end up climbing much personally, it was great to be out again and did help me realise the ground under James Pond was dry again…

Cromlech boulders, 31st May

Tim Peck described “the obligatory James Pond session in the drought” and he’s got a point. In the fourteen years I’ve lived here, I think I’ve known it fully dry under that problem about three times (with the caveat that I haven’t exactly checked during every dry spell but the point being it’s very rare). So when it is dry, there’s an added incentive to make the most.

And make the most I certainly did. I’d arranged to go down with Olaf to have a blast on Diesel Power but I got there early so figured I’d warm up on stuff I never get chance to repeat.

So I repeated everything above the currently-dry pond with two exceptions: the 7b+ sit start (which is brutal, as you can see from the video) and James Pond RH 7a+ which I’d hitherto neglected but now had new, good beta and possibly a touch more confidence and subsequently flashed with ease.

We did head over to Diesel Power but in typical fashion, I’d spent too long “warming up” and had no energy left. Still, we got chance to have a good go at it and share a bit of beta.

Cromlech boulders, 4th June

The pond session had inspired me to check out another section of the same boulders that rarely dries. The northern face around the corner from the roadside face is notorious for being boggy and even now, after such a long day spell, I still ended up with a muddy shoe when I slipped off the pad trying to use them as stepping stones.

But for the most part, it was all climbable and in what was a quick sneak away from the family, I blasted up one after the other, gaining some really nice mileage along the way. 18 climbs relented, nothing particularly tough with a top grade of 6b (Hidden Wall, ironically the first climb I did) but with not a single fall from the wall.

I’ve long since ditched the No Retro Ticks Philosophy but if we return to the point for a moment, it was originally designed to make sure I’m keeping accurate records. I’m still loathe to transfer my ticks to this copy of the guidebook and even if I did, I can’t exactly remember what I’ve done. So it’s been nice to make certain and just climb them again. Plus, it highlighted how there’s stuff by the Cromlech Roof Crack that I’ve yet to do…

Birthday Tradition? Or Birthday Tribulation?

And so the time comes for my annual celebration of survival (otherwise known as a birthday). Long standing readers will know of my tradition to spend my birthday in a different country every year and members of planet earth will know that became impossible in recent years. Meanwhile, anyone under the moniker of “parent” will know how difficult it is to have a family and maintain such lofty ambitions, especially as my birthday happens to fall within term time.

And so, alas, this year it’s all fallen by the wayside. With less than a week to go, I’m left trying to come up with something to make it a special day, rather than merely another day of a normal week. My wonderful parents have agreed to look after the kids for the day so I’m free to try and come up with something and current plan is to gather a crew of people and have a birthday blast at a local crag. Now just to see if I can get it off the ground.

A rare and sociable day several years back at Sheep Pen

Happy New Year: Spring 2023

For those who don’t know, my new year runs from when the clocks go forward, giving a much better point of the year for resolutions and goal setting. There is also a Solstice when the clocks go back. For more information, click here.

Season Review

As I pondered what I’d be writing about for this post, it’s difficult to look past Rock Atrocity. Six months, two aggregate competitions and two single day comps, in what is typically a winter/training/indoors season and it is a single outdoor boulder problem that stands out head and shoulders above absolutely everything else. But when that problem is 7c+ and only my second ever at the grade, seven years after my first and at precisely the time I’m beginning to find myself feeling old, there’s no real surprise.

On first reflections, the rest of the year has primarily been work based but that in itself is no big issue. I’ve made massive headway, the business is thriving and I’m absolutely loving it. I’ve got regular private clients and am building really solid and fantastic relationships that will hopefully last for years (especially based on pat experiences, such as below) as well as developing into new and exciting avenues.

The big coup this year has come off the back of the courses from the previous season. As I was busy arranging FUNdamentals and coaching courses, the opportunity came up for new providers. I dutifully applied, got an interview, passed the interview and am now officially a BMC FUNdamentals of Climbing workshop provider. Yes, I’m now developing into coach education too.

In the process of all of this, I’ve been hot footing around the country a lot more this season. The interview was in Liverpool, I shadowed a Development Coach course in Kendal and I found myself in Manchester observing some courses as a stage to becoming a provider, staying in Macclesfield and checking out new walls there too. Meanwhile, with the new providers being hired to bring more geographical diversity, I’ve been resurrecting old ties in Birmingham and the Midlands, as well as networking with new connections. Twice, I’ve travelled down to the big smoke, catching up with old friends in old haunts like Creation Climbing Centre, while checking out new places such as Flash Climbing in Solihull.

However that’s not to say I’ve not made strides in my personal climbing too and all of this travelling has meant I’m not just getting out locally either. A long awaited debut at Higgar Tor – my new favrouite gritstone mini-crag – saw an ascent of Hemline 7a+ in sub-zero conditions. En route from the North-West to the Midlands, I stopped off at Newstones – again, a debut – and was very impressed.

Closer to home, I’ve snuck in several sessions around the house, with little jaunts up to the pass even including a problem that may even be a first ascent. And of course, the piece de resistence, a visit from my old friend Simon and proof that we truly are great friends as despite it being five years since we last saw each other in person, we carried on as if it had been five days. It was fantastic to see him again and even better to get some routes in at Beddgelert Forest – yet again, somewhere I’d been intending to explore properly for a long time.

All this being said, this has been a winter season and that has meant being indoors. As per last year, I’ve competed in both the Beacon and Indy aggregate competitions but did not finish as well as last year and suspect 2021/22 may be my peak performance year, my Leicester City FC in 2016 year. Fourth and third respectively might sound slightly disspointing compared to last year’s 1st-2nd but to be honest, that was exactly what I was aiming for: not to get too sucked in and definitely not to get injured! Granted I didn’t train as much as I should have but it clearly got me in shape without distracting me too much! And I maintained the fun.

It all culminated, for the walls, the community and myself, with the two big competitions. Very different formats, very similar levels of enjoyment, and a simialr level of committment as the rest of the aggregates i.e. I was working during both and competed while I was there. All of this indoor climbing this year has been kept very much in check for the bigger picture: hard outdoor sends.

And I can’t argue with the results. I make a lot out of being old and frankly, I’m not, I’m 38. Still, I’m certainly not at the typical age where I’d expect to keep outperforming my former self. So to match my max grade at this stage of my “career” seems on the face of it, incredible. I don’t think it’s me, I think it’s climbing that lends itself to these achievements. Climbing is so complex, so complicated that it’s as much a tactical battle as a physical one. We don’t need our bodies at peak ability as much as our minds. There’s hope for me yet.

Previous Season Goals

  • Goal: 8a
  • Training, alongside aggregate 85% completion
  • Develop Prowess

How Did It Go?

Mostly successfully. I didn’t train as much as I should have for Sway On but I do feel much more prepared; psychologically for sure. I’m more ready to engage with the process, I’m more atuned to tap in to flow state, and I’ve had a massive confidence boost.

I did compete and I’m not injured. I’m fitter, stronger and more physically ready to go, albeit in the same way as every Spring.

And crucially, Prowess is now very well established. I’ve got regular clients, solid work to build on and a burgeoning reputation not only locally but further afield now. I feel I’ve become established and while it’s still not my only work, it is now far and away my main work. I used to hesitate when I said being a pro coach is my main job. Now I don’t. This is what I do and with 27 5* reviews, not to mention all the other wonderful endorsments I receive every week, I have plenty of evidence to support the fact that I’m good at this. The coming year will hopefully develop this further still.

Next Season Goals

As much as Sway On is clearly going to be my focus, I’m actually really keen to get out and about a bit more lately. That might be a spur-of-the-moment thing but I’ve been really enjoying some local bouldering lately and keen to keep the momentum going. I think I do want (and need) to put this long term goal to bed but I also don’t really want to get too sucked in and do want to explore the guidebook a bit more and go to some cool places. Doing a better job of the List and moving it somewhere more obvious, like the kitchen (assuming that doesn’t get me in trouble) may prove the important part of this goal.

Meanwhile, I’ve noticed that on recent trips, I seem to have honed in to following other people, even at the detriment of trying things I want to. With Simon coming over and especially as we bumped into Jemma and Alex at the crag, it’s reminded me how nice it is to climb with other people. I use the excuse of “I have a young family and it’s really hard to arrange things with other people!” but to be honest, this is a thin argument and simply means I have to try harder. It appears it’s worth the effort.

As with last year, I do have a little apprehension about work over the summer. I’ve got Fundamentals workshops to try and generate, the Teaching Outdoor Bouldering workshops and of course, guided outdoor bouldering work. Whether this proves enough remains to be seen. However after four years of self-employment, I’m becoming more confident I can find a way.

I’m loathe to get in to the usual kids outdoor top-rope sessions as this isn’t my bag but my own kids are different. Obviously. Last summer in Font was incredible and they love being indoors at the Beacon; not to mention they were born in the perfect place for experiencing outdoor climbing! We should definitely be making the most.

Now there’s the elephant in the room. Last year, the Birthday Tradition came back with a vengence and I have permission to run off again this year, albeit alone with some caveats. It now comes back to logistics and costs again and seeing if I can find a way to make it work. I don’t see this being a new country (not one I’ve used for this before) but I think I need to play this by ear. Find out come June.

  • Goal: 8a
  • The List
  • Climb with other people!
  • Build Summer work
  • Kids outdoor climbing
  • Birthday tradition?
  • Anything else?

This feels like it could be a very big and exciting season. But to be honest, even if it’s not, I’m still happy. I’m still trying and still plugging away. And I’m loving it.

Happy New Year!

Social Climbing

When an old friend gets in touch saying he’s up visiting, I’ll make a bit of an effort to make sure we catch up. When out of town is actually out of the country, i make quite a bit of effort. When it’s one of my best friends who I haven’t seen for five years, that’s when I start cancelling work and shipping the kids off to grandparents for the weekend. And that’s exactly the situation I found myself in this weekend gone.

I’ve known Simon for fourteen years now (it was him that pointed out both the longevity of our friendship and how long it’s been since our last meeting) going right back to shortly after my moving up here. We’ve literally travelled the world since but he does always like coming back to his old stomping ground. And I’m always happy to oblige by hosting.

Sadly I couldn’t cancel everything and that left us with one evening and one full day, although we also had another evening and a morning drive to the train station for reminiscing/debating/chatting shit. With time short, the evening session was an obvious choice of the Cromlech Boulders; a venue that lucked out as Simon was keen to work on his old nemesis, The Edge Problem 7a.

He’s been working that problem for years – clearly more than five – and sadly, yet again, went home sans tick in guidebook. Still, what’s bad for him is good for me and there’s potential for him to go full Burden of Dreams and make himself a replica ready for his next visit, hopefully soon.

The frantic nature of the day led to the inevitable thing of “oh shit, what are we doing for dinner?!” which in turn led to what for many (including the childless Simon living in a city) is a totally normal idea of going out somewhere; something I’d not realised was now totally alien for our family-of-four living in the middle of nowhere. Still, with revisiting old haunts being the theme of the week, we trundled down the hill to the Gallt y Glyn for a pizza and a pint.

Some years back, this was the place to be, where all the cool kids hung out and where you could readily go alone, safe in the knowledge there would likely be a table you could join at the last minute. I’m happy to report that the pizza is still as good and the pub still as nice to spend an evening.

That left us with one full day to play and the just-as-inevitable debate over where we should go; a debate that shouldn’t be that difficult for someone who markets guided outdoor bouldering sessions. The spanner in these works was that my ‘client’ on this occasion was well versed in all the usual North Wales haunts and likely fancied somewhere new. A brief glance through his newly purchased guidebook had him asking about the Pop Bloc. Meanwhile, with an entire day at hand I tried to persuade we try a new venue, with an outstanding reputation but a fifty minute walk in. Eventually we settled on Beddgelert Forest, specifically the Boss Cuvier area. It turned out to be an inspired choice.

I’ve been a couple of times before, once very successfully, another less so and it was indeed on my list of places to revisit. It’s now classed as a systems boulder (apparently) with just about six straight up lines, their individual sit start variants and then umpteen link ups between them, yielding no small number of established problems to go at.

We even had a bit of a social scene going too. As we parked up, a car arrived with Alex, manager of the Beacon, and his wife Jemma, along with their son and Maurice, also from the Beacon. They were heading deep into the woods first but quickly joined us after finding their chosen boulder was as green as Kermit the Frog.

To say we had a good session would be like saying I’ve had a good year so far [see previous post]. I won’t bore you with a list of names and grades, I’ll merely jump straight to my highlight: a flash of Boss Hog 7b with some of the most technically intricate moves I’ve done and an outstanding link up. Simon too had, in his own words, a great day and eventually gave up on his desire to get a second venue in, instead maxing himself out at a great little crag that I hope to revisit again soon. Unlikely as this is, if he could join me, it would be even better.

Other Outdoor Adventures

In my usual fashion, this isn’t my only outdoor extravaganza in recent weeks. Following a truly unbelievable gig in Manchester to see Ezra Collective (the energy, humility and passion they showed was truly inspiring, not to mention how well they interacted with the crowd) and en route to Worcester on the weekend previous to Simon’s visit, I stopped off at Newstones near Leek.

An offshoot of the more fabled Roaches, Newstones has long been somewhere I’ve wanted to check out but had hitherto not; that despite years of it being one of my more local crags during my years living in Birmingham. Looking back, I missed a trick, as there’s plenty of easy grade, accessible lines there that served for a very pleasant – if very cold – afternoon.

As I arrived, at one of the first boulders I approached, I bumped into two others, one of whom quickly informed me it was his third time on rock. Without meaning to be rude, you could tell, if only from the sound of gritstone raining down on the pads as he fought his way up a 4+ slab (or thereabouts). I hesitantly asked for a go, floated my way up and instantly felt like a dick. Nevertheless, they didn’t seem perturbed or put out and graciously let me join them for the afternoon, while I desperately tried not to go in to coach mode.

I hope I didn’t disturb them but it seems I didn’t as the very next day, I got a text from my brother in law. He had just been and finally sent his project, his hardest boulder to date, and the girl who joined him was the very same I tagged along with in Shropshire. Small world.

Even this sojourn wasn’t my first foray outside since my cave success. Three days previous, I’d engaged with a new activity I’ve dubbed Pad Walking. What you do, right, is stick as many pads on your back as you can, walk around the hillside, look at some boulders but don’t actually climb any of them. You can cover quite large distances this way without losing any skin at all!

I’d started at the Cromlech, walked up to Craig y Llwyfan to check out Mr You’re On Fire Mr 7b, run away from oncoming drizzle, headed back down to the van and on to Cwm Glas Bach in the hope of beating the oncoming rain. There I spotted two climbers, fancied being sociable so effectively chased them around the boulders, eventually losing them (thanks Tess, I thought your sense of smell was supposed to be good!) before eventually stumbling across what looked like an awesome bloc.

I unpacked set up, got all excited and then checked the records only to find I’d already done them six years before… Now I know that shouldn’t matter but motivation is a funny thing and the second I realised this, I lost all drive to climb them. Still, I ticked off Prow RH 5/6c in its stand and sit starts respectively before lugging everything back to the van again.

On the way out, I continued my newfound desperate search for company by running after two more people who were just leaving. They were heading for Pritch’s Traverse so I wandered down with them. They didn’t seem super psyched so instead, I showed them my recent addition to Llanberis Pass boulder problems.

Two weeks before my hillside ramble, I’d also been in Cwm Glas Bach and had indeed planned to try the same traverse. However there was another bloc a little further up, with another couple of mid-grade problems: Fudd Elmer 6b and Arete Finish 6b. After having done these, I noticed an obvious direct sit start and pondered whether anyone had done them before. Surely they have and as such, I’m not claiming the typical “first ascent”. But I am calling it a new addition: He Went Dat A’Way at the nominal grade if 7a+. I’ve no idea if the grade is accurate, it’s probably wildly wrong but if you get chance, go check it out. Video beta is below.

Nine Year Project

Saturday afternoon, after a session with two of my fantastic regular young clients, I stood under the mushroom in the Beacon, mouth gawping, barely able to comprehend what I’d just done. The context made complete sense and it wasn’t as if I didn’t believe myself but the surprise was hard to quell. I simply don’t climb V9 on the second attempt, certainly not a compression problem on slopers, definitely not one that Dave Noden had been fighting with. And yet, as I took the accolades and looked around for confirmation that I’d done something impressive as people wandered off to try their own climbs, it slowly dawned on me that I am, without exaggeration, in the best form of my entire climbing career.

The list of climbs managed within 24 hours on Friday and Saturday, on a purely personal level, remains hard to comprehend. While safe in the knowledge that to you, the reader, it will likely be the most dry and dull assortment of letters and numbers and has no bearing on anything in your own life, said list is as follows: a 7b project completed with relative ease; another 7b+ project finished off and it’s 7c sit start on the second attempt; and a 7b flash all at the Indy on Friday night; then at the Beacon, two V7 flashes and another on the second attempt; a V8 on the second try; and the coup de grace of that glorious and brutal V9 also on the second go; plus various other climbs of V6/6c+ and below thrown in for good measure. Ignoring the ‘lower’ grade problems (V6 or lower) that gives 71 V-points in a very short amount of time. On a normal month, a successful session would constitute a fraction of that. And this is effectively in a single day. What’s more, on both occasions, I could’ve easily done more.

These are, of course, indoor boulder problems and despite the fact that the world has changed and for many, indoor climbing is now a means to itself and not simply the stepping stone of training or wet weather alternative that it was when I started some twenty years ago, my world view remains that indoor climbs don’t really count. However, to dismiss these climbs would also be to ignore my most recent climbing achievement: only my second ever V10/7c+ on rock last weekend.

The Cave

Parisella’s Cave will, to any North Wales boulderer, always play a part. They may not like it, they may always try and find somewhere else to climb but sooner or later, often periodically, they’ll be there. And to anyone that has spent a prolonged time in this corner of the world, they will likely have either a set of climbs that get repeated or an ongoing project there.

For me, that project line was Rock Atrocity Wobbly Block start V10/7c+. The story goes that back in 2014, I was determined to try the original start and put a lot of time giving it a concerted effort. Back then, it was right at my physical limit and despite having the sequence dialed, each visit gave me three tries, after which I’d be too tired.

One day, there with Andy Marshall, my first try saw me accepting the fact that my feet would have to cut loose and failing, frustrated again; Rock Atrocity does go straight through the middle of a roof after all. Andy stepped up, did most of the problem but crucially, his feet stayed on every move. With a little arrogance,I remember thinking my footwork was better than his and I sent on the next attempt, feet sticking to the roof like glue.

Buoyed and with one attempt left in me, I tried the Wobbly Block version, a grade harder. After all, I had nothing to lose. With excellent beta from Andy, I pretty much completed it, with a got scrape on the floor on the first move and a poor match on the last hold meaning it didn’t really count. I planned to go back a week later, got injured the following weekend and never went back with the same determination.

Fast forward nine years and I had lost count of the number of times I’d been back on the lower start. However none of these efforts involved anywhere near enough effort (as regular readers may have picked up on). This project remained the climb that I jumped on whenever I happened to find myself there and every one of these sessions mainly involved me finding the nuances to the beta again. As such, I’d never stood a chance.

A lot has happened in those intervening years: I’ve climbed 7c+ at Sheep Pen; I’ve become a coach and studied climbing movement; I’ve had two children; etc. And I’m not quite sure why but recently, I’ve felt a drive to finally finish off this long standing project.

Just before Christmas, I was at the cave and was close. There was a foot sequence I couldn’t remember/figure out but it was pretty much there. Then in the New Year, brother in law James got in touch, asking if I wanted a cave session. It was on.

Some friendly and much stronger climbers there that day helped me remember my foot sequence from before and I tried a few times from the floor. Suddenly, I found myself on the finishing moves, James just as surprised as I was. The only problem was I hadn’t refined the final couple of moves and completely powered out, collapsed from the final match, agonisingly close.

I was about to start comparing my diary and the weather forecast for the coming week, having now fixed the issue with a definite foot sequence for the last move when I felt I should try again. Honing the sequence in my mind and getting closer to flow state – as mentioned in my last post – I stepped on. And it wasn’t even perfect, I made a couple of mistakes. But I felt superhuman, felt so strong, like I could’ve showboated if I’d chosen (although clearly, that would’ve landed me in the Arrogance section of the DCBA Scale so I didn’t). Just as with the stand start all those years ago, I cruised through the moves. Rock Atrocity Wobbly Block start V10/7c+ finally complete.

The Inevitable Question

In the same way that I would do a week later at the Beacon, I stood not quite believing what I’d achieved. Our sport is quite frankly a ridiculous one, although no worse than others like gymnastics or weightlifting. We set the parameters of our challenge that have no bearing on the rest of our lives. And then we give our all to achieve these pointless tasks.

For those of us driven enough to find challenges that push our limits, it leads to the inevitable question any time we succeed: now what?

It almost seems a shame that we can’t live in the moment longer, bask in our own glory for a while before contemplating the next step. Perhaps it is the burden of the driven, or perhaps it is me being too full of myself. Either way, five minutes after matching the last holds on Atrocity my mind had already drifted to Sway On.

It makes sense really. Goal: 8a has consumed my attention for pretty much the entire four years since its conception. And Rock Atrocity is certainly a good marker along the way; I was even considering its stepping-stone nature on that visit just before Christmas. So while it is a shame that I haven’t taken longer to focus on my success, it does bode well for the next stage.

It seems that whether I sent this or not, I was always going to be comparing the diary with the forecast.

After only climbing one climb this year, my Top Ten Yearly Average was a bit skewed and if I’m honest, I’m tempted not to climb anything else this year, just to leave that spike up there…

Solstice: October 2022

For those who don’t know, my new year runs from when the clocks go forward, giving a much better point of the year for resolutions and goal setting. There is also a Solstice when the clocks go back. For more information, click here.

You know, I’ve just had a text from my other half saying the clocks go back tonight. I instantly replied and said I know, that’s why I’m currently sat in a pub in Bangor, frantically trying to get my end of season post written up. And yet, despite this being in the back of my mind all week, the first thing that struck me when I went to start writing was how little I remember of the past six months.

Scrolling through old posts, that’s quite disappointing; heaps has happened. I mean, there’s been multiple trips away from home, plenty of ascents at lots of crags and massive headway made with my work. Still, that rabbit in headlights moment is hard to escape, with the same vacant and paincked look I have when she asks if there’s anything specific I want from Tesco this week.

And so we scroll; not through clickbait Facebook bullshit this time but through past posts that I have been using to document my personal accomplishments for over ten years. Suggesting blogging is work is always a stretch but it kinda is, especially when it’s so closely linked in to actual work these days.

There are other avenues that jog the memory too. Despite my personal disdain for them, ‘the socials’ as they’re now beginning to be known, are handy. Not so much my Facebook account, where a turnover of posts is quicker than a British Prime Minister but Instagram tends to give a good overview of the major events of the season. My Google Photos too helps, mixing useful things I didn’t share at the time with random screenshots and reminder pictures of shopping lists. And of course this being a climbing site, my 27crags ticklist prompts me to every crag and route I’ve done since March.

Looking at them all in preparation for writing left me with one word: really?!

Season Review

First up is Lancashire. Mere days into the new season and dad asked me to take him up to Blackburn to collect his new van. Sure, I said, tacking on a trip to Craig y Longridge. It proved a hugely successful trip, yielding 16 ticks of mostly easy climbs that were thoroughly enjoyable. However it left me mildly unfulfilled, due to time constraints and a little over two weeks later, I took the inordinately insane drive back for Round Two, picking up another 16 problems including Smeg City Plus 7a+. Pretty good progress towards those season goals!

What mostly followed was work related stuff, including some workshops on Teaching Outdoor Bouldering to other outdoor professionals… including a couple of British Mountain Guides! I definitely remember driving to the first one absolutely bricking it at the idea of having people who are paid to take clients up Himalayan peaks listen to me on how to take people climbing but I really needn’t have been. I’ve run three of these workshops this summer and they’ve all been a fantastic boost to my self-esteem and my professional confidence. And they were great fun.

Last season didn’t really have any professional goals other than to say that I didn’t really know what to expect over the summer months. I’m thrilled to say I needn’t worry too much, that work came in and I had several outstanding outdoor bouldering days, all of which that were thoroughly enjoyed both by myself and, more importantly, by the clients. Looking at it now, I’m in a MUCH stronger position now than I was at the end of last winter. Given the time frame, that’s sepctacular.

Then the highlight not only of the summer, the season or the year but of the past however long: the resurrection of the birthday tradition. In Font. With my family. Just writing that has put a lump in my throat.

I want to make this completely explicit: it was NOT my idea. It was Em’s idea. And I don’t say that to assuage any guilt for dragging them abroad, I say it entirely to give credit where it is due. I have no idea that possessed her to suggest it, other than the fact that clearly, she loves me dearly. She must do, even if she knew that both her and the kids would love it too.

Everyone had an amazing trip and I was over the moon. The kids climbed, Em got her trip to Paris, we met a friend out there unexpectedly and I got my French pastries on my birthday morning, not to mention another 22 climbs under my belt that meant I succeeded on a certain goal that I talk about below…

On return, it was back to work: more outdoor sessions, another workshop and a set of BMC FUNdamentals courses arranged by myself but run by Dave Evans at Plas y Brenin. It was the first of three I have so far arranged and, all being well, will not be the last. In truth, the second courses with Andy Swann were much better for my development but I’m hugely indebted to Dave for his support and for giving me a familar face and environment to start off with.

Then came another new acquiantance in the shape of one of the nicest blokes you could meet. I’d been in touch with professional photographer Sam Beaumont a while back, with the idea of him taking some bouldering pics to enhance his repertoire. We never got any plans off the ground back then and COVID stopped anything anyway, as it did with, well, frankly, everything else in the world.

Then this summer, he got back in touch, we both got our arses in gear and finally met up at the car park on the shore of Llyn Crafnant. What followed was the worst climbing session to be portrayed in such an outstanding way ever. His photos made my abject venue choice and ascents look amazing.

We followed this up with another session shortly afterwards at another crag I’d hitherto not visited, Manor Crag. This time I performed much more admirably, actually getting on harder climbs incuding Jawa RH 7a+ (although success would have to wait for a return a week later). I have faith that Sam would’ve got great pictures had I been falling off 4s but it felt more like I was delivering on my promise. The next catch up will be somewhere even more suitable.

And still I scroll through finding more! Squeezed in between those two Sam sessions was three days away from home. I’d been hesitant to go, wondering if it were worth it but again, it’s down to Em that I went; as she persuaded me to take the rare chances I get. I was incredibly glad that she did as well, given it yielded another dozen problems to what was becoming a bit of a bumper season!

Yes, it caused the mother of all flappers but it was on the Nothing to say Dyno 7a+ and was followed by the most satisfying dinner in the Silverdale Arms.

Previous Season Goals

  • Goal: 8a and a six week training plan
  • Ressurect the White Board of Projects
  • 1000 problems
  • Continue to coach, including bouldering workshops
  • The Process book
  • Font trip
  • Take kids climbing

How Did It Go?

First and foremost, let’s address the elephant in the room. Did I get anywhere with Goal: 8a? No, I didn’t but that wasn’t without good reason. Put simply, I wasn’t in a fit shape to do what was needed and by the time I recovered enough, the weather was too warm and I switched tactics.

Niether did I resurrect the White Board of Projects and this had less of a good reason. Local projects still feel unlikely at the moment and some psyche will be required to get back in the groove.

What this season did have was mileage and that allowed me to finally hit that 1000th problem. At first, I’d thought I’d achieved it in Font, of all places, but a glitch in the way totals are portrayed on 27crags (one page shows a total, a different page shows a different total so I suspect the larger total includes repeate ascents) meant it might have been afterwards. Either which way, even the lower total is now at 1017. Whoop.

As mentioned, coaching didn’t just continue but it flourished. Usual private clients, outdoor sessions with regulars and newbies, CPD workshops and even setting up a new Performance Squad, things are going from strength to strength with short and long term prospects looking even better. As much as I’m trying to not get too ahead of myself, I’m very happy with the way things are going.

I haven’t written any more, annoyingly but such is life; there are only so many hours in a day. One day, I will finally finish this book. But one thing at a time.

As for climbing with the kids, while I haven’t done as much with them as I’d have liked, we have certainly done some and nobody would complain at having a good Font trip including genuine climbs at the age of five.

Hannah is still inding her feet but Rosie is showing a massive aptitude for climbing. However, given my lack of evenings and her existing committments, now isn’t the time to start anything proper or more serious. For now, what we’re doing is working.

Next Season Goals

As predictable as this may be, number 1 has to be Goal: 8a. As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve adjusted my goals for the aggregates to allow for more specific training to get this thing done.

Back towards the end of last season, I enlisted the help of Dave Noden and came up with a short-term training plan. Now, it’s time to extrapolate this over the course of the season. For years, I’ve had this on the go and now it’s time to really dig in to it.

I do want to continue with both aggregates this season. They’re excellent for motivation as well as building base levels of fitness. Last season’s 93% completion was exemplary and so I’ll try and aim for the same 85% completion as last season but this time, instead of trying to beat it, I’ll try to match it.

I’m gonna keep fairly tight lipped on this one for a while, needless to say Prowess is developing. I remember when I started, a coach I hugely admire and look up to told me it took him seven years to become a sustainable business. I’m at three and if all goes well, will be there very soon. Watch this space.

  • Goal: 8a
  • Training, alongside aggregate 85% completion
  • Develop Prowess

Back when I was acting as research assistant for the book Smart Climbing by Dr Rebecca Williams, something struck me. Apparently people are more inclined to achieve their goals if they have fewer of them. It’s the opposite of what I’ve always done with these New Years posts and yet something told me what I was doing was right and that it worked.

Without going into too much academic detail on goal setting theory, there’s a pattern I noticed when reading about it. Basically, the closer one’s goals are to one’s are limits, the more specific they need to be. Well, that’s why there’s only three sat there above. It’s time to put all my ehhs in one basket. Let’s hope it works.

Merry Solstice!