Race Day

Summer’s here, and with it comes fell racing season. All over the north bunches of enthusiasts scamper updownroundacross rough ground.  Very often on a midweek evening after work, then both days at the weekend. None of these events can work though without another bunch of enthusiasts behind the scenes.  Usually Read more…

After the closure

A picture can paint a thousand words, or so the phrase says.  Perhaps so.  On a long office day, editing my back catalogue, a 5×4 slide starts talking about memories.   In 2001 my world, like many other people’s, was turned upside down.  On an isolated farm in Northumberland some Read more…

Playtime

The bus has stopstarted out from Sheffield to Fox House.  The stopstarting shlep from Fox House, sweatily burdened under bouldering pads and bag full of shoes and food is finished.   Time to climb.   But maybe coffee and a teacake in this sun warmed hollow first.  Eventually the pad is positioned, shoes Read more…

The Grit

“Millstone Grit; coarse-grained carboniferous sandstones – gritstone specifically refers to such rocks in the Pennine areas of Northern England – the gritstone edges and boulders of the Peak District provide one of the world’s classic climbing areas.” Yes, yes they do.  The grit; Burbage South boulders, The Brick.   A cold Read more…

Spring: run

A prologue, of sorts. In these interesting times, a vignette of memory from a couple of years ago. It would be wonderful to be as full of love and laughter as those two ladies who shared a good few years of life well lived. spacer Spring. Blackthorn in flower and Read more…

Solstice

spacer Northern winter; at the turning of the year.  At the turning of nature’s year, not the turning of our human year.  Mistchill and windwhip swirl around the fell and valley blurring sound and sight.  Reminders this place of aeons old fort and ritual may be within Sheffield’s city bounds, Read more…