So its Sunday afternoon ad i get a call off my good friend Benjo asking if I was up for climbing on Monday. I filled him in on my quarry projects and he was happy to come and give me a belay.
So I met my friend in town, and we caught the bus to mine, packed our shizzle and headed out. It was a glorious day, the birds were singing, we were sweating, and there was barley a cloud in the sky. On arrival we ab'ed down the line and cleaned the route, the stopped at the bottom for some lunch, followed by a quick fag, then I tied on for the lead.
I double checked my knot, made sure Benjo was ready, placed my foot on the first hold, looked up at my line and was hit in the face by a large drop of rain!
The rain then continued for the next couple of hours making the route almost impossible.
Oh well, next time!
