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…
One thing that really impressed me while climbing is how BIG rock faces are. Until there’s a person to give them context, it’s hard to comprehend.
This is another example of the ‘holy crap, rocks are huge’ effect. Also, check all the fossils on the lower left!
P.S. I promise that my blog isn’t JUST going to have climbing pictures on it.
Just a few.
Standing on a huge rock? Check. Framed by fluffy white clouds in a blue sky? Check. Action pose? Check. Click!
As usual, if you want to see a full-resolution version of this picture in all its un-wordpress-compressed glory, click anywhere above. It’s wallpaper sized!
I discovered on Sunday that rock formations offer a much wider, and cooler, selection of angles than I’d expected for photography…
I’ve let things slide a bit here after the Best Jobs campaign madness – unfortunately I didn’t make it into the final 3, but life has rolled on! Here’s a little hint at how I’ve been enjoying the start of the British summer…
Climbing a giant slab? Sign me up… and click on the image to view it large :-)
Some albums are timeless. Dark Side of the Moon is one of those. Others are timely. Somehow, Frank Turner’s last three albums have fit almost perfectly with my life.
I was introduced to Frank by the Revival Tour in early 2010. He played solo in front of 100 or so punters in Brisbane. At the end of the year, I saw him headline to a 3000-strong crowd in England. I’m genuinely not sure which I enjoyed more.
The album I bought back in February 2010 was Poetry of the Deed. While it lacked the bite of his previous work (Love, Ire and Song – still his best), it was upbeat and easy to dig into. The Road was an uncannily accurate anthem for the epic Australian road trip I embarked on, and I was hooked.