Climbing in the Spring Snow

Having lived in Scotland for 20+ years, I have mastered the art of moaning constantly about the weather.  Every year, come October time, you'd hear me complain, "it'd been terrible climbing weather this year" or "we ended up spending the whole time watching a mini waterfall run down our climb".  Realising that I'm fast transforming myself into a grumpy old woman, I needed to do something about my climbing plans this year.  Ever resourceful, my climbing partner suggested kicking off the climbing season south of the border, where it's rumoured to be warmer and drier.

Here's our first outing this season, in May, at Crag Lough, Hadrian's Wall, Northumberland:

Four Oh

It's been an action-packed few months since the last post, both at work and at play.  The most important update is Golf Boy turning 'Four Oh' earlier this year.  He celebrated the occasion with a boys' trip to Myrtle Beach.  Not quite there yet myself (ahem...), I haven't really given this much thought, but forty is clearly a significant milestone in adulthood.  Not only did he do all the packing entirely on his own, there was a lack of late and wild nights while they were away.  It seems that playing a minimum of 18 holes each day has resulted in a carnage of sleepy bodies on sofas by 10 pm each evening.

*sigh*  The rock n roll days are over.

Dear Santa
For Christmas this year, I would love a pipe and a pair of slippers.  
Golf Boy x