Continuing the geological theme of the past few posts, here’s a couple of snaps from Harrison’s Rocks. Sandstone climbing was a totally different experience to Portland’s limestone.
Kostas about to enter the Dark Chimney, a sinister first route on real rock…
The scenery was much more what I expected of England – dark bouldery crags in a lush green forest.
The beaming afternoon sunshine lightened the mood.
I didn’t climb much due to a sore arm, but this route was too nice to resist.
This weekend is going to involve less on the rocky front and more on the families front, because I’ll be working at the Life festival! I’m not sure which is safer – being suspended from a rope on a cliff, or dealing with a queue of British dads…
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