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| Arettica in Pembroke |
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| Old Light on Lundy |
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| The Dogs Bollocks |
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Thanks to McHaffie’s forthcoming
wedding I’ve had the chance to pay a visit to Lundy Island again this year.
I’ve had a few great trips here over the years, that have included watching
Neil ‘Youth’ climb the unjustifiable and being blamed for bad weather by
Bullock. This trip was organised by Wez, Caff’s best man, as Caff’s stag do. It
was strong team of dubious character, and we were lucky to have a week of
almost perfect climbing conditions.
My arms were feeling ‘pruned’ to
begin with after having spent three days trying to keep up with Caff in
Pemmers. Things had started badly after I made the appalling decision to warm
up on Woeful, an E5 with a bit of a reputation, which was absolutely soaking
for the first ten meters. This gave me a bit of a spanking that my arms,
body and ego never quite recovered from. We did a load of good routes, especially in
the area around the Cauldron which I had never visited before. The best
being Dreaming Again (unrepeated until then, I think?) which is one of the best
routes I’ve done at Pembroke. It has a good E5 pitch followed by a very
physical E6 pitch on immaculate rock.
There was a lot of talk about
climbing Freemasonry which climbs a crazy line around the corner form the
Cauldron. It does a lot of traversing, down climbing, is 4 pitches long and is
given E6. Caff had done it before and was droning on about how good it was and
not too bad and we’d be fine. We being me, Pete and Maddy, as we were thinking
of doing it as a four. This sounded like a great idea initially until some
facts began to slip from Caff’s mouth… the first pitch is only a wet E5,
Crispin Waddy had to abseil into the sea twice before making the first ascent
and Charlie Woodburn and Neil Mawson got lost and had to reverse aid to escape.
We decided to leave this one for the time being..
Monday night we had our first
night off drinking for a few days, but we also spent it lying in a ditch next
to the motorway and so I still felt fairly awful when we arrived on Lundy. I
did the Cullinan again to get going, which felt harder than I remember, and
Caff, not wasting any time, dispatched the Flying Dutchman. Whoa, what a route.
Wez kindly seconded as I had it in my mind that I might give it a try later on
in the week. Caff told me I’d be fine, off course, and that “the only way you
could fall off is if all the holds broke”. I did get on it, the holds didn’t break and I
got a spanking - I put this down to a combination of low mojo and chronically
pruned arms.
I was most pleased to do probably
the second ascent of the Dogs Bollocks in Two-Legged Zawn, an E6 first climbed
by Nick White and Dave Thomas. I think this route is probably rarely dry but we
found it perfect condition and very clean. I was expecting a huge fight, but it
turned out to be fairly steady and good gear. Caff declared it to be E4 and
Adam Long, who did it a few days later, suggested it might be E4, 5 of them,
stacked, with poor rests in between making it about E6.
The stripper cancelled last
minute, Wez left the mankini at home and we couldn’t find any lampposts on
Lundy, so we had a few beers on the last night instead. We drank some rum too
and we bought Caff a few shots of absinthe after he’d been talking about how
much he liked it earlier. He got very rowdy and started laying into us all, for
about five minutes and then disappeared. Being good friends we chased him
around for a while until he passed out in his tent and we thought we better
call it a night. I think Ryan filmed it all and is planning on making a short
film out of it.
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| Stag night... |
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| ...Caff the next day |
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