Trying to melt ice with my palm while trying to regain a smidgen of feeling in my left hand, a battle I rapidly lost!!
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Wednesday, 8 December 2010
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Struggling to accept that I'm beaten on a route in the Glen, these are always shit times -Pic- Suzy Devey
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Monday, 8 November 2010
Sunday, 24 October 2010
Event organisers Pete and Neil "Re-Hydrating" after a hard days work..........
Monday, 18 October 2010
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Monday, 27 September 2010
Suzy suffering for her art and fighting with the Holly bush trying to get to the belay
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Trying a new line in Arrochar, committing, friable and bold, 1 bit of gear at 30m Pic-Alan Fox
After effects of trying a problem of Daves (I'm blaming him)
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
The shorter ice version in action
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Top roping Tolerance E8 6c, Binnien, The Mournes . -Pic- Ricky Bell
The Team at Fairhead shortly before heading for the Athletes dinner of Fish, chips and lager.....
Thursday, 3 June 2010
Last of the hard moves on first ascent of 'Revenge of the Fallen'
Monday, 31 May 2010
Looking over to Binnian, The Mournes
Monday, 10 May 2010
Monday, 26 April 2010
Soloing Fingertip Finale E4, Glen Nevis, just after the crux
Monday, 12 April 2010
Just after the crux move on the Arete E3, Quadrocks, Largs
I doubt I could explain correctly just how I feel in this pic
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Thursday, 25 February 2010
The Lads before a wedding reception
Theres also the sacrificing of love to allow me to pursue my selfish ambitions. The night I walked away from her is the best example of my realising how far I was willing to go and how much I'm willing to cut away to have an uncluttered life.
I was due to leave town on an extended climing trip and I met her the night before I left while in the pub with the boys, she asks me to walk her home and I cant say no to her as at the time I was foolishly blinded by my love for her. We have said our goodbyes a few times in the past but this night felt different, more of an air of finality. We stand in the pouring rain and tell each other that we both love each other but she is with someone and she gets something from him that I cannot promise her, he will always be around and I will not, she knows this.She has bore witness to my ruthless committment to climbing before and she knows that no matter what I will still walk away from her before I would quit climbing, which she deserves.
We continue talking about our intense feelings for each other then a voice in my head tells me to do her a favour and walk right at that moment. I feel an all to familiar coldness fill me and darken my thoughts. I lie to her to make it easier for her, I see tears begin to well in her eyes, shes been here before and knows it isn't good. I hate myself for what I'm about to do, I tell her a hurtful lie and say that I'm cutting her out my life, climbing means more and by the time I get home I'll have begun to forget her and my feelings. I convince myself that in the long run I'm doing her a favour in making her hate me and if she does I can use it to push myself in a cathartic sense. I didn't know that this decision would screw my head up to a very dangerous point and end me in a very very dark place that I was lucky to get back from.
Back on the street she asks how I can do this, I tell her that I simply have to and its not a problem, this statement cuts into both of us deeply. At this point we decide to go our separate ways and just as I go to walk away she gives me a look that will never leave or cease to hurt me, then she softly kisses me, I turn and walk away and dont look back. I almost break down, I almost throw up.............But I dont
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Then it was an appointment at the Sports Injuries clinic on Wednesday to see if they had another opinion. The doctor hardly had to look to be able to tell me my foot is actually broken. CT scan on Thursday and phonecall on Friday confirmed my worst fears, my foot is badly fractured and I'm going to get an operation to put screws in my foot, gutted and angry that I've wasted almost two months pointlessly trying to recover.
Gaz arrived late on Friday for a weeks climbing and I decided that as my foot is knackered anyway I would try at least get to the CIC icefalls. Early start on Saturday morn saw Gaz, a hungover Kaye and myself stumbling up from the North Face carpark.
Kaye walking towards the cascades on the right as the sun crests the Carn Mor Dearg
As I walked in I realised just how much I have been missing the mountains.As we arrived at the crag we decided that Gaz would lead the first route and I would climb up alongside Kaye on her first ice climb. As kaye and I geared up to follow Gaz I went to put on my prosthetic and it broke, I couldn't believe it and what I felt transcended anger. However Kaye took off and dispatched the route no problem.
Kaye and Gaz return from the route