All Wrong

This weekend we got it all wrong. Approaching the weekend there were two options:

1) Finish off random 'never got around to' grit boulder problems
or
2) Take Nat out for some not so Hard Grit trad action.

At the last minute on Friday night we realised we were out of chalk. No problem as we live next to Sheffields premier climbing wall... the Foundry. Two minutes later we had super chalk and another option. Yorkshire Lime?

I've never been that fussed in driving for what seems like an eternity (I know team Tenacity have this one wired), up to the Yorkshire lime as I used to live just over an hours spirited drive north. I spent most of my younger summers at Kilnsey and getting there from Sheffield seems a little too much like hard work. However, I haven't lived their for around 6 years and truth be told, I miss the place.

I was sold, Nat wasn't. She had her heart set on tradding and that is where we ended up. At High Neb, with the punters and the tw*tty IT consultants moaning about their income (you don't get a rise, its a recession you fool [unless you're a banker]). It was warm, sweaty and very irritating. I'm not a people person at the best of times but the boreal joker wearing lemming brigade really got to me.
Back at the car I had a minor hissy fit about a wasted day, we set off back home for a BBQ which would have been great if Waitrose didn't refuse to sell us alcohol. 24 years old and with ID they wouldn't sell it to me as Nat couldn't provide any (despite her not paying). I asked how they were then selling it to the Middle aged (no doubt tory) lady with her 12 year old son next to me and got an answer that could have been delivered by a disabled parrot 'its policy'. Oh yeah? Its f*cking idiotic policy and you were happy to sell me BBQ lighter fuel without any ID. To add insult to injury the manager said if I rejoined the que by myself they'd happily serve me. So your policy protects against what exactly?
Sunday we failed yet again and arrived at a BBG west as the heavens opened. We retreated.

Tonight we were going to head out. Not to Yorkshire, this time it was either
1) Random grit
2) Cheedale

Quick calcs showed that Cheedale wasn't going to happen as time would be just too limiting. Warm grit seemed better than warm plastic so we decided to target another problem off my list. Unfortunately I got stuck with my Matlab code and anyone who's used this will know that half-way through a botch it coding operation isn't a good time to call it a day. We retreated to the works.

Given the amount of rest I've had over the last few days I felt it was time for the board and myself to do battle (thoroughly expecting a spanking). Ned, Katie, Tom and the almighty Dense stood guard and mocked me about my Rocky esque comebacks to strength.
I was amazed by the performance I put in (despite my finger complaining a little). I felt strong, light and powerful. An hours board session was enough so I finished with some touches (I always lack lock), a set of repeaters and then just for Omar15 a round of one armers.

I might try and pop out tomorrow night as Wed I'm busy playing dell-boy with the van. Thurs nat is stealing the car and next weekend, well I want to get it RIGHT!