Thursday, 13 October 2016

Portland Meet 2016

ULMC Portland Meet 2016


Thursday - Toby

Exams finished, for most (Lol Chris), we were ready for the freedom that Portland brings and excited to get back to what we love most… Mincing hard! The thursday bus set off nice and early, with Adam at the helm giving us smooth sailing all the way. Upon arrival at the campsite, I jumped out the van to notify them that we were here and to finalise details of how many/how long etc and was told to come back as we left. After a speedy erection of camp (hehe) we were off to the ULMC standard Thursday destination of the cuttings. However, not before checking in at reception, where after a good hour, they were still trying to decipher their own pricing system while Paddy stood there waiting for them to realise his presence at the desk. This was a lost cause however as many algorithms and equations go into that system and require full attention, so Paddy decided to leave them to it.
We pulled into the car park and immediately had almost fucked it… I stress almost! Thankfully Adam knows how to deal with wet muddy patches like the one we parked on top of, and slowly slowly reversed us out, and into a much more sensible parking spot. The short and easy walk-in never ceases to surprise in comparison to almost every other crag that we go to. Not having to walk up a huge hill or tackle a sketchy downclimb is always nice. This being Phoebe’s first time climbing with ropes, I took the time to introduce her to everything she’d need for the trip ahead: tying in, belaying, lowering off the anchor. It felt a bit odd on the last meet of the year to be  introducing someone new to roped climbing, but it ended up being very successful with Phoebe completing her first lead by the end of the trip.
To get Phoebe started, I headed up the juggiest route I could see, so that I could ease her into it. Halfway up the route however, I began to hear the faint sound of chirping. “There must be some birds nesting on the top of the cliff”, I thought to myself, before pulling on the mother of all jugs to find myself face to face with the most unexpected sight. This was no ordinary jug, but the origin of the chirping and the home of five baby blue tits! I did my best to pass them by in peace and not to disturb them, but not long after me and Phoebe had made our ascents the unimaginable happened…
It came as a flash past our eyes, mistaken as a falling rock to many, but not to our eagle eyed Emma Yates, who spotted its true identity as one of the very same baby birds lost from its brethren! All at action station! The bird had to be returned! We needed a strong climber who could one handed, climb from the lower ledge who we could pass the bird to, up to the hole that was the nest. Callum being the honourable captain that he was, declined to help this poor defenceless fledgling, as there was the mention of some razor sharp crimps on a small bit of rock round the corner that he would rather split his fingers on (which subsequently almost happened to both Howie and Jake). So it was Paddy to the rescue! He quickly bound up to the ledge and the human chain could begin, Emma to me, then me to Paddy. Upon placing the chick in Paddy’s hand he let out a series of girlish yelps! Apparently he wasn’t expecting the living bird to move in his hand and was ‘freaked out’ by the ordeal. Gladly he managed to place the baby back into the hole with its siblings. Not convinced with the safety of Paddy’s placement (as if that’s the first time that’s ever been said) Ellie sauntered up to double check, giving it a slight poke in as our fears were confirmed.
To finish up the day Remy and Paddy decided to jump on ‘The Sod,’ a well renowned climb within the club and quoted by Callum as being ‘the hardest route in the world’. Being 5+ it was the start to the hard climbing that they wished to carry on the rest of the trip with, unfortunately this did not go to plan. Then, after a tough layback that neither of the two could quite make, they transitioned to the next section of the route, with Paddy taking a couple falls. However, Remy managed to master this move eventually, although not without struggling with a fast onset of the giggles fuelled by the comments of the many onlookers not helping with his progress. The fit of laughter got the better of him and he dogged his way up onto the upper ledge to finish the route.
As the sun began to lower in the sky we headed back to camp for dinner and a good night sleep. Dinner was made all the more delicious for me and Adam with the addition of 25 profiteroles with chocolate dipping sauce, which we made runny once again with Paddy’s MSR Windburner. Cheers mate.  


Friday



Friday everyone headed to the gleaming white faces of battleship, we clambered down to Battleship back cliff. Due to Adam’s hatred of early morning down climbs there was a lot of back and forth as Adam faffed around to try and find another route that wasn’t a steep descend. Defeated, Adam proceeded to down climb, but not before throwing his bottle down, narrowly missing poor Phoebe and Emma.   
Aforementioned down climb


Sophie, repping full ULMC merch, was keen to start looking for routes worthy of her waddiness:
Wad in her natural habitat


Emma, Phoebe, Adam and I started on some easier routes to warm up for the day; Braer Rabbit (4a) and This is This (4c*) on battleship bloc slab. Meanwhile the club tradition of ascending Dream of White Porsches had begun. Throughout the day Remy, Paddy, and Sophie amongst others, on-sighted it, as well as Toby who dragged Phoebe up it to second it. Sufficiently warmed up, Phoebe, who prior to Thursday in Portland had never climbed outside other than bouldering in font, decided she was ready to tackle her first lead after casually seconding Dream. She coolly lead Dr Sole and Mr Sole at the Veranda. I think it’s safe to say Phoebe bossed sport, giving everything a fearless go and impressing everyone.


Phoebe's First lead, Dr Sole and Mr Sole


As the day progressed, the sun began to shine and clearing the clouds and increasing psych for climbing for those at the veranda. The mincing commenced: Sophie, Callum (any excuse to take your top off) and I took the view of ‘why climb when you can work on your tan?’ This mood spread, especially when Jake arrived with beers and music, resulting in most of us basking and napping. This was briefly interrupted by cries of horror from the pasties of the group (Emma, Toby and Adam) who discovered they had been using factor 20 instead of 50. They then proceeded to shrink away to the shade before they melted or burnt. Toby has a beautiful vest tan line to show for it. There was however some hard climbing being done elsewhere, Ellie’s account:


After negotiating the slightly tricky decent to Battleship, Jake and I headed over to the far end, to where the land fell away due to the massive landslide. After warming up there, Jake speedily returned to his favourite habitat: the bouldering mat. A bit later on I persuaded him to leave his chilling spot to put the draws in No Man is An Island for me. An attempted onsight of this demonstrated to me that I was sadly '2 inches not strong enough' for the strengthy reach through the first overlap. After doing the rest of the route, I figured out a start that involved all sorts of flagging and terrible holds and was ‘well harder than 6c’ but I was determined not to get shut down by short-person issues! Then Jake put the clips in Zinc Oxide Mountain a pumpy 7c+ while I belayed Paddy on an onsight attempt of the classic Bouys will be Bouys, 6b+. He gave it a great effort and took some good falls! In the end it proved too sunny and he left it for later in the trip. Paddy then returned the belay favour for me and I nearly onsighted Jurrassic Shift. After working the midheight stopper move, I decided to leave the baking hot wall for another day too! It had turned into a lovely hot sunny day so a fair bit of chilling and mincing was in order!


Soon after arriving back to camp in the evening we heard the second bus had broken down just outside oxford. The bus had been making odd noises. They’d pulled over to find that the wheel nuts had fallen out. The camp promptly became a buzzing team trying to rescue the bus and get them on their way here...only to find shitty self-drive buses gave nothing but dead-end numbers Out of the frenzy Paddy emerged cool and collected, “I’ve got a guy. He’ll sort it”. Yes! We all thought, Paddy’s saved the day again... until his guy arrived and promptly announced the holes for the nuts were fucked and therefore so was the bus. So sadly, no heroic ending, everyone on the second bus had to wait to be taxied back to Leicester or towed. Worse still, as a result I didn’t get the cookies I’d asked for the second bus to get for me.

Saturday from Paddy’s perspective

Neil Howitt joined us on Saturday and with him, Ellie and Jack spent the day redpointing “Is Vic There?” (7a) and Wolfgang Forever (7a). Late in the day the send train left the station as they each managed successful consecutive leads.
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Ellie redpointing “Is Vic There?”


Remy took some of the group down to Blacknor Beach where some serious mincing occurred interspaced by ascents on the Diamond Slabs and in Lunar Park. The descent down there was an unpleasant scree slope which got significantly more unpleasant if you tried to take a “shortcut” and scramble up straight to Blacknor North.
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Emma on Diamond Solitaire with Phoebe


Jake continued to impress us all by onsighting England’s Dreaming (7a+). A superb top 50 route on flowstone.
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Jake on England’s Dreaming (7a+)
Toby and I got to work on Cake Walk (6a) before setting our sights on the largest arete on the island, Pregnant Pause (6a+). Unfortunately being a top 50 polish route (as Remy would say), it was occupied with a three person queue so we started on Go With The Flow (6a). I would like to be able to say I breezed up it but in reality I fell off after getting my feet in a mess after stepping over the route's namesake, a spot with permanent seepage. Toby managed to second it cleanly and afterwards we headed back to Pregnant Pause, forgetting absolutely nothing at the base of our last climb. I thought Pregnant Pause was fairly straightforward climbing, a view not shared by the New Zealanders before us or Jake after us, perhaps due to me being able to reach past all the hard climbing at the top.


Afterwards, Toby and I returned to Blacknor North. I wanted to do the route that resulted in a heli-rescue for Callum last year, Reptile Smile (6a+). We didn’t have a guide book but Toby remembered the route well and he was sure about the line. After I got half way up it, Jake wandered over and informed us both that I was not on Reptile Smile but instead on Talking Smack (5+), so much for Toby’s assurances. I finished the route and it was Toby’s turn to tie in to the sharp end of the rope.


We still did not have a guide book, but Toby was really really sure that he knew the line for this next endeavor. He started to lead Slings Shot (5) but right near the top, fell off and took the Whipper Of The WeekTM, stopping a few feet short of a sizable ledge. After getting very angry with himself for falling on a 5, he was informed once again by Jake that the route finding had gone amiss once again and he had in fact not fallen on a 5, but had deviated to Crocadilia (6a). After realizing his mistake and getting on the right route, Toby completed Slings Shot, but not before terrifying everybody at ground level by spending several minutes with his legs behind the rope, perhaps paying homage to Callum’s fun day out the previous year.


The day was topped off by a mammoth fish and chips order from “The Codfather” (4+) which served the answer to the question “Why is there an obesity crisis?”.

Remy’s account of Sunday



Sunday morning came around slightly later than it should have and everyone rose with the 8 o’clock alarm for the only full day’s climbing both convoys would get together. Sadly however, I had overlooked the slight issue of the 5 club tents that needed to be taken down before the days climbing. After a rather long slow and convoluted ‘group’ packing effort, interrupted by several showers, a long breakfast and a many a confused discussion about which tent’s would be taken down and where everything was going, we were eventually packed and ready to go.


With Psych levels high we finally arrived at the crag carpark. In true Adam style, he casually squeezed the mini bus between a couple for blocks of limestone (gypsy traps?) and found a comfortable parking spot. Everyone unpacked the van and were about to set off to the crag when Howie informs us that we are in fact at the wrong car park. The van promptly repacked, Adam squeezed back through the gypsy trap and drove 100 meters down to the road to Howies “much better car park”, where Adam promptly took the last remaining parking spot. Callum and Jake were then directed down the car park towards the crag, before realising there was no way Callums heavily ladened gear car was going to fit anywhere. Callum then attempted a maneuver that will be henceforth referred to as ‘Clutchy burny uphilly thing’ (need more be said…). Callum took one for the team and royally fucked it, with the smell of burnt out clutch, an engine you could cook a sunday roast on, and donation of oil to the carpark floor that could probably lubricate [Insert word/s of choice ;)]. It was not nearly 11 o’clock and everyone’s long awaited full day at the crag was looking very short with the departure to the DWS set for 2:30. The rest of the club then proceeded to bugger off to get some climbing done leaving me, Natalie and Callum (the most mechanically competent??) to “sort out” the car. After sitting and watching the car intently for 30 minutes, not sure what we were looking for, we decided it was still indeed a car, and Callum managed to start it up and find another parking spot.


When we eventually made it down to the crag (Cheyne Wears), we found everyone had been very busy. Chris had got stuck in climbing his first ever lead, Wave Warrior (4c), before following it up with Jasper, Jody Sunshine and Valerie's Patio Outdoors, showing off his topless towseled mountain goat look. Phoebe impressively climbed a tough 4+ (Kung Fu Panda 4a) finishing with an interesting jug I had recently filled with my blood.


Several hours into the climbing, Howie came hopping over the boulders calling for us to help, as Ali just fainted. Just as Howie was about to completed the crux move of ‘The Accelerator’ 6c+, his belayer, Ali had told Howie that he was about to collapse. Ali had lowered Howie to the ground and promptly keeled over. As Howie recounted this story, it became apparent that Howie was, in fact, a tirant slave-driver who had forced poor sick Ally to belay him. Thankfully Ali was able to escape just in time, and with some water, food and rehydration sachet was able to get back to his belaying.


DWS
Sticking with the punctual theme of the trip (and the day), we left to the Deep water soloing (DWS) 30 minutes later than intended. However, we were able to catch the tide just right for a mega sessions! Committee started off the session with Paddy, Toby, Maddy, Will and myself going first.


Committee looking awesome… (Photo by Charlie Low)


Toby and Maddy took the first falla, with slightly different descriptions of the water’s temperature (with Toby’s “quite nice” and Maddy’s “fucking freezing”). Chris W-T, Charlie, Ellie, Jack, Callum, Sam followed swiftly behind, before Jake, Paddy and Jack began messing around on a number of variants starting from the same ledge. Sophie put in a solid effort, being one of the first girls to send the traverse in her first year! This was put to shame shortly after when Pheobe, who also joined the club this year, putting in an exciting performance with a massive cut loose on one hand. The DWS session was finished of by large scale club ascent of Temporary Lifestyle and a group photo...after negotiation access rights with the local fishing lads.



Pheobe’s one armer… (Photo by Charlie Low)


After a brief stop at the campsite, we then set off back to Leicester, hoping we could make it back on four wheels... The drive back was punctuated by serious game of drink when you see a road sign, involving Maddy’s ecstatic cries of ‘Drink’ every 20 seconds and Adam’s boredom racing of other equally weighted vehicles (Callum’s car and the remnants of its clutch, and a large family car weighed down with 3 generations and a bored father)


Monday: William
Monday morning started rather bleakly and with my hayfever acting up, I for one had no psych for climbing. We packed up the tents after breakfast and after quite a bit of Tetris on the parts of the drivers, we managed to fit everything in the cars. The plan for the day was fairly flexible as, depending on who you talked to, rain was in the forecast. About half the group was intending on returning to Battleship as there were some unfinished routes, but the other planned on going to wallsend north.after a short trip across the bridge, we arrived at the top of the crag.


The weather was starting to look up at this point, the sun started shining and the clouds had all disappeared. This was my first time at Battleship so the approach was awesome. Walking along the top of the cliff, you come across a collapsed cliff that if you look at just right, looks like the citadel and prow of a battleship. A short scramble down a fixed rope lands us in the gap between the ship and the cliff. Nice and shaded, we set about finding our routes.


Ellie picked a 7a ‘Jurassic Shift’ and Charlie picked a 6b+ ’Buoys will be Buoys’ to work on. As the day progressed the Sun started to burn away the shade on the face we were climbing forcing both Ellie and Charlie to complete their routes, or suffer the sunburn. ‘Buoys will be Buoys’ was also completed by Paddy, Jack and Jake and Charlie did ‘Wake up, Time to Die’ 6a+, as the day progressed. Jake chose a 7b+ 'Zinc Oxide Mountain' to project for the day however after a couple of whippers and the scorching sun on the wall, he decided to leave it to another day.
(Photo Credit to Charlie Low)

Despite my runny nose, Chris managed to drag me up 4’s to start the day including ‘Hate the sin, Love the sinner’ apparently the hardest 4c in the world, ‘‘This is This’ 4c, 'Like a Drowning Man' 4a and 'I'm Doing it Anyway' 4a. Other notable climbs include ‘Wiggi and Mopoke’s Excellent New Hilti’ 5c and ‘Dreams of White Porsches’ 5a which Marie and Charlie also did. To round out the day Chris and I moved to the Veranda to climb 'Days of Heaven' 4c and ‘Absent Friends, Here’s to Them’ 5c, a total of 9 climbs and great work for his first weekend leading.


Katie and Anthony, climbing at wallsend north, climbed a number of 4s and 5s before top roped a 6a+ before retiring to the cliff top to do some yoga

At about 6 we decided to head home, tired, probably a little sweaty but I think satisfied with the weekend's climbing.

Monday, 28 March 2016

Font Flashes


Font Flashes


This year, for the first time the words ‘font’ and ‘blog’ got mentioned in the same sentence. After repeated mentions, I realised that people were actually expecting some sort of write-up of this trip. It was 6 days though! I can’t remember everything, and even if I could it would end up dissertation-sized! So instead of a conventional day by day account, I am going to create collection of 'font flashes,' moments captured by photos, writing, poems and film about font, by myself and others. 
I will add to it over the next few days as people send me things and I write more, but here are a few to begin with.

Anything not otherwise stated is by myself :)

So it began..


It seems so long ago now that we were loading up the buses at 3.15am outside the Union, double-checking passports and trying not to tangle with any drunk students….
…in fact we had our own drunk student to deal with. #wynning!

We also had a Ross who blithely thought that the 3.00 departure time was in fact 3pm not am and as such had packed precisely nothing although luckily was still up reading  at 3am so Jim’s car could pick him up from his house!

 While we're on the subject, let's remember some other #wynning moments of the trip.


Is this really a Wynn for Adam (sorrynotsorry)
 Rab are trying out a new avenue of poster girls

Here is s short story from Emma, about the continued exploits of Maddy.


"Disclaimer: I'm not an alcoholic"
by Emma Yates

Having napped- Rab poster girl style- from the camp site until the first rest stop: McDonalds, at about 10.30 am, Maddy proceeded to line her stomach. Chicken nuggets, chips and a newly found French delicacy: chip sauce, would do it. It was a long journey ahead.
Jumping back into our van Maddy proclaims: “Ah, I might start on the beers! Paddy and I are going to do Port-to-Port on the ferry!”
Alas, due to our van missing the earlier ferry by seconds, Padaline’s plans of getting merry together for one last time on French soil were ruined.
Nevertheless, Maddy proceeded to drink several of her left-over beers from McDonalds to Calais. Of course this resulted in relentless giggling; general rowdiness and a full bladder.
“Hurry the fuck up!” shouted Maddy to the German car in front of us at the ferry terminal.
Seeing a group of school children hop off their coach and skip towards a building that may or may not have had access to a toilet, Maddy snarled: “I’ll piss on their heads!”
With no restrooms or bushes around, the rest of our van found Maddy’s predicament very amusing. However, once it transpired that we weren’t allowed on the earlier ferry with the rest of the group, Maddy spotted an opportunity. Running, like she’d never ran before, as though her life depended on it, Maddy found a bathroom.
Appreciating the comfort of an empty bladder, Maddy started on the wine. Although there were no glasses available for said classy escapade, she resourcefully used her empty beer bottles as containers.
Once on the ferry, Maddy handed out beer bottles of wine to each of us. Despite declining remarks she remained firm “well I’ll have it, just hold it for me.” Connor and Phoebe accepted theirs although Connor, having gagged at the taste, dutifully handed his back.
The ferry journey was pleasant. We found comfy seats; ate and played cards. Maddy drank.
As the ferry reached Dover, we all headed back to the van. First though, a quick trip to the loo.
In a cubicle opposite Maddy and Phoebe I heard Phoebe cry, “MADDY!...Was that you?!...Omg!” Amongst Maddy’s exclaims of “F**k!” and “S**t!”
I ask “What’s hap..” as the almost empty beer bottle rolls into my cubicle, spilling wine along the way. Maddy and Phoebe are now in hysterics, frantically trying to mop up the spilt red wine. Maddy later informed me that she had tried to balance the beer bottle on top of the toilet roll dispenser which obviously failed and covered the floor and both walls of her cubicle in red stains. She then frantically tried to clean the walls, leggings round her ankles.
Laughing, we exit our cubicles to be greeted by the scowling faces of teachers, accompanied by a group of traumatised young children. We promptly left, leaving puddles of red wine in our wake.
This is where Maddy’s recollection of the journey home pretty much ends. On the M25, in pain from a wisdom tooth with no pain killers to hand, Maddy used rum to numb the pain. Maddy then passed out, only to be revived by Adam’s voice informing University staff that we were returning a ULMC minibus.
Confused, Maddy said: “...What happened?!”





However Maddy has many strings to her bow and has recently added video-making to them: 
 

Unfortunately I am not telented enough to make blog spot do things it doesn't want to do. 'Video file too big' Help, what do I do?? 




French <3




We were indeed a grumpy bunch on the ferry, but soon cheered up when we reached the land of baguettes, wine, and saucisson. There was, of course, no racial prejudice or stereotyping abounding in our bus with Jack as the driver, cursing the ‘bloody French’ and their ‘stupid cross-road/roundabout things.’



Petrol Pump Shenanigans


Charlie and I ‘Englished’ really hard and successfully made massive idiots of ourselves at any available opportunity to interact with anything once in the land of France. Here is one of the more embarrassing moments.
We pulled up at a petrol station to fill up, and as we got out and faffed about putting trousers on (I was only wearing bright purple merino thermals for some reason) we looked over to the kiosk wondering why the women there was quite obviously having a quiet laugh at us. My leggings weren’t that funny…

When we couldn’t get any fuel out we realised the cause of her hilarity and Charlie dutifully, if somewhat sheepishly trotted off to pay her.
‘How much?’ The woman asked (she correctly assessed the extent of our French)
‘Full..?’ offered Charlie hopefully .
‘No.’
‘Ummm 80 Euro?’

Charlie came back and I spent the next 2 minutes holding the fuel nozzle handle down. Waiting.
Nothing.
Eventually, non-plussed we had to signal our incompetence to the woman again, whose amusement at our expense was steadily growing.
A few wiggles of the various nozzles later and the ‘Gazole’ was flowing.
‘Merci’ we called apologetically.

‘What if it stops at 70?’ Jack asked, still unclear why this weird French system was a good one.
We just leave, I’m not going in there again!’ replied Charlie.
Of course, it stopped at 69…I managed to get it to just over 70 but it wasn’t giving us anything more.

After much protestation and reluctance, Charlie had to get over her social anxiety and go back in and claim our unused 10 euros. She was not happy.

The woman was though and needless to say the rest of the bus thought it was hilarious! 


La Dalle a Poly 

Also  known as 'the cheese grater' this awesomely tall boulder strikes fear into the heart of the 
ardent boulderer who in fond of not scaring her or himself shitless - 'that's what trad is for!' 


La Dalle a Poly, a.k.a 'the cheese grater'  with Connor beneath for size.
We found this giant boulder on the last day and Jim, of course, led the charge! 


Connor, Sam, Charlie and I followed suit once convinced of the juggyness of the jugs. It was still a terrifying experience. Here is a very accurate breakdown of emtions experienced during the ascent by Sam:





Connor then gave us a verbal breakdown of the route which Charlie has made into a short video clip: 

 

Here are Connor and Jim looking colourful on the next door, harder problem.


 and someone is actually spotting in both of these..! 

Spotting... 





'The Story of Ross' is one that shall be told presently, but for now lets enjoy the poetic fruits that resulted from his unfortunate injury:

  For the Love of Bouldering 

by Ross Baxter


A guide to bouldering in Font: 

 1. Decide to get off your comfy-mat.




2. Prepare your extensive bouldering kit..





3. Get on rock.



4. Try and hold sloper...




5. Gurn as you fall off sloper..


  

6. Thowing a heel on might help..


7. Or just pull gurn- face some more..



8. Clean shit sloper..


9. Try really bloody hard..



10. Execute a mandatory alpine whale..


11. Enjoy a post-whale collapse while you contemplate the near death experience...


12. Conclude that you never should have got off that comfy-mat in the first place...






While the rest of us spent our time in Font, pottering around like this, for one man, Font represented one thing: the oppertunity to tick 7a. Here is Sam's account of events:


Steve Howie: Man on a mission.

by Sam N-E 


Anyone unlucky enough to have shared the company of the one man war on political correctness called Howie knows that the man is irreverent at best, outright scathing at worst, of the ULMC’s trad-climbing focus. Bouldering, with its much higher ‘mince’ factor, is his chosen domain. Balance, poise, and technique all matter little when you can lank your way up a little boulder, doing two moves where others suffer six. Says the man himself: ‘I don’t need technique, I have strength’.

After the 2015 Font trip, where he discovered that indoor grading may not be entirely in line with the real world, and leaving with substantially less skin than before, a dream was born.

Steve would climb f7A.

It seemed to me that any time I visited the Station in the past few months, Howie was there, attempting to tick every single hard problem, outraged when they were reset, elated when a circuit was ticked. V6 (f7A) and higher went smoothly indoors, but would that translate to Font, where grading is imaginary and designed to crush dreams?

It was a worrying start. Ultra-classic, ‘Le Toit du Cul du Chien’, wouldn’t go. A lack of flexibility thwarted an assault to the upper reaches. Howie left with his target frustratingly close. Further stress was provided by a horrifically blank wall at Apremont.

On the 23rd March, I was pottering around La Roche aux Sabots, when I came across Howie, who had quietly wandered off at the start of the day. He’d found his line: Lime a Ongles (V6/7A). As I went around ticking off kinder problems, Howie was working on his moves, striving to unlock the sequence. The holds were desperate, the slopers at their most slopey.
And then that most Howie of climbing thoughts hit him: why not just dyno it? Minutes of launching himself up the line stretched on, until, finally:
“YES!”
It had happened.* Dreams do come true. And we all had to deal with an unbearably happy Howie, who now had evidence to back his claim to the title of ULMC wad.**

* This '7a' tick was later challenged by some Bristol climbers who claimed certain holds had been used which shouldn't have been. I actually don't know either way, I just enjoy trolling Howie and stiring the controversy pot a bit.
* *Jim would like to add this comment, reminding you all that: "the real ULMC wad (me) flashed the roof of steves dreams, La Toit du Cul du Chien''

 

Here he is... looking happy??


Now, on the subject of firsts at the grade, here is a short peice from Marie about another 'first.''

A first font 6a 

By Marie Julien
I know this is not the route but you look cool here!

It was the Wednesday, the last day. It also happened to be the late afternoon. My friend Johanna, had driven to see me and spend some time climbing with me. We were trying out a few problems here and there, a few easy slabs she’d manage to get up regardless of her shitty Decathlon shoes. We tried slab behind the 6a+ Charlie had been trying (and that others had managed to send). The slab was really easy, so we moved on to the one just to the left of that 6a+.
It didn’t seem to have any hard moves, and wasn’t really a problem, more of a scramble up the descent route. I initially tried it using the pinch and some pockets to the left. It was easy, I sent it on my first try. Pleased with my ascent, I then noticed that there actually was a problem (I think number 20) just to the right of where I had clambered up. So I called out to Jack and asked him what problem this was. It turned out there was a 6a problem which was pretty much exactly what I’d climbed (save for the fact that the left pocket was forbidden). This got me really psyched, I’d pretty much already done this problem, surely I could do it now! So I gave it a go. With Jack, Johanna, Ao-hin, and Tom Liddell there to cheer me on, I was sure I’d do it. But I didn’t. I lost my balance whilst trying to get my left foot up.
 I let the others have a go. Each of them, apart from Jack who’d wondered off, gave it a good go. After a while, it was my turn again and this time I was efficient and managed to get up over the mantle. I cautiously finished the top section and let out a small shout. My first font 6a..and it had felt so easy! What also felt awesome was the fact that two German dudes managed to top it out too thanks to the beta I gave them. It was a really great way to finish the trip and I was pretty happy. 

Happy top-out face. (Also not the route - I know!)



IT’S THE LITTLE DIFFERENCES
By Connor Ackroyd
Because I’m late to the party, many topics of discussion have been discussed, but the mysterious world of Carrefour has not. I’m the first person to call a spade a spade, it’s a thing, it does a job and it does the same job anywhere in the world in exactly the same way.  Just like a knife and fork. You would then assume that a supermarket, essentially a shed with food in it, would be the same anywhere in the world to.  But oh no, join me as we delve into the world of the weekly shop, Carrefour style.
                  Right, what is going on with the baskets? The handle was at stomach height and it had three wheels, clearly it was too grown up to be carried, but not big enough to be classed as a trolley, and as with all adolescents, you have absolutely no idea what to do with it. Pull it along? Or maybe give it a push? Either way was less than fluent and then, when it comes to unloading you’re forced to bend down to the floor in order to collect your shopping, unlike the conventional basket, which can be placed on the conveyor belt for easy depositing.
                  The next subtle difference is the ‘weigh before not after’ process of buying fruit and veg. You have to personally weigh and price up your own veg, how bizarre. Usually when I go into a shop the shopkeeper tells me how much I should pay, rather than me researching the RRP and then letting the shopkeeper know. On the other hand this way of doing things does provide the consumer with ample opportunities to ‘tinker’ with the scale, i.e. weigh 2 oranges, price it up, then throw 3 more into the bag. The problem is, you only get told the protocol when you’re at the till, fucking nightmare. Firstly there’s the kerfuffle of trying to work out what everyone is saying, that’s embarrassing enough, then you have to make a horrible split second decision: Sprint back and weigh your goods, keeping the whole queue waiting for the moronic Brit to fumble around with his veg whilst constantly saying “pardon” in a French accent; or just ditch the fruit and veg in a blind panic at the till, leading to many blank faces of fellow shoppers. Either option guarantees social chaos.
                  Oneof  my personal favourites however was taking a walk down the ‘world foods’ aisle. We had Italian, Chinese, Indian, Caribbean and then, at the bottom, a section of classic UK cuisine, it wasn’t the biggest shelf, but it was well stocked with, Patak’s Curry Paste, HP sauce, Scott’s Porridge Oats and Bovril. That did make me laugh.
 
        So that’s Carrefour, a wild world that fools you into a false sense of security, and then throws a curveball and leaves you with your pants well and truly down. It’s those little differences you get when shopping in another country that add to the whole experience. Perhaps it is for the reasons above, and probably many others too, that the shopping trips took so long. It’s would seem that in Carrefour times goes slower, some of those ’45 minute’ food stops were the longest in my life, weird…….