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the shizzle => news => Topic started by: Bubba on January 22, 2014, 11:53:55 pm
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Sad news from France ......
So sorry to have to type this but many on here knew Ian (ianv on here). Please pass it on to those that don't come here.
bigtuboflard messaged me tonight to say that he'd been contacted by Ian's ex, Anne to tell him that Ian died from a stroke yesterday whilst out biking. There is no more information at present.
I can't believe it, Ian was the last person I'd expect to go like this.
RIP mate.
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Oh no. :(
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Mike, that's such sad news.
Ian was a great character and talented climber. I think I'm ok to speak for others, and say those of us who knew him, and shared good times together back in the eighties, all had a deep affection for him.
As you say, quite a shock.
Thanks for passing on the news.
Dave T.
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very sad to hear this
am I right in thinking he had a son?
what a terrible time for him
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Such sad news. I was lucky enough to know and climb with Ian a little in Sheffield in the early 90s and remember a funny and friendly man. And a phenomenal climber. The one day I climbed with him at Malham I was truly shocked by the multiple casual laps on the Oak, Raindogs and others at the end of the day. For Ian this was just another day at the crag.
Thanks for posting Mike.
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am I right in thinking he had a son?
Yes he did - this happened in France where he was probably over to see him and he was quite likely with him at the time as I know they used to ride together a lot :(
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So sad.
RIP my friend
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Shocked.
Thanks for letting us know Mike.
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Terrible news, spent a lot of tome with ian over the years, climbing djing partying and on the bike. Great dry sense of humour and a monumental intellect on top, really will be missed.
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I think i'm still in a bit of shock since i got the email from Anne yesterday, only picked it up last thing last night. Like lots of others on here, I spent a lot of time in the 90's climbing, DJ'ing and training with him on his board in Saltaire, he was a truly close friend and will be sadly missed.
as soon as i or Mike find anything else out we'll let you know.
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am I right in thinking he had a son?
Yes he did - this happened in France where he was probably over to see him and he was quite likely with him at the time as I know they used to ride together a lot :(
Heard from him a couple of weeks ago and he was in Aix en Provence then off to near Volx for a bit then down to Frejus then either Toulon or Sospel. Not sure where Anne and Felix lived but quite likely as you say he was riding with him at the time.
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Shocked and saddened to hear this. I met Ian through bubba and knew of his legendary feats of fitness. Always struck me as such a gentle character.
My thoughts are with his son and family.
RIP Vinny
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That is awful news, RIP Ian :'(
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Thats so sad. My thoughts to his family and close friends.
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That's really bad news. I climbed with Ian a bit in the early 90s and remember him as a very good climber with a dry sense of humour. Condolences to his family
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God that's a shock. I didn't know Ian, but was reading his posts on stw just a couple of days ago. My thoughts to his family, and all the people on here who knew him well.
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Terrible news. Vivid memories of me and Yorkie on his massively overhanging board at his warehouse in Saltaire.
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Very sad news.
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Terrible news. Vivid memories of me and Yorkie on his massively overhanging board at his warehouse in Saltaire.
That board was insanely steep wasn't it? First time I went on it I could just about drag myself up the warm up problem whilst listening to 90's rave tapes recorded off local pirate stations. Great times.
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condolences to friends and family
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That's terrible news.
R.I.P.
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Truly shocking news. A super nice guy and talented climber. Saw him in Font for the first time in ages last easter.
Condolences to family and close friends.
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Totally shocked. RIP Ian, and condolences to his friends and family.
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Shit, that's awful.
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So sad never had the pleasure of climbing with Ian but he spun a few tunes at one of our
parties he was well known for his 'Belgium Techno' vibe I think. Great guy RIP.
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Terrible news. RIP.
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Sorry to hear. :(
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He was only 50 according to the Power of Climbing...
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Shocking news... :(
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Hi all, I've had an update from Anne.
Ian was cycling by himself in Ille-sur-Têt when it happened. A hiker apparently found him straight away and called for the emergency services. They tried to resuscitate him without any success.
Ian should be repatriated to Nab Wood Crematorium (in Bradford) next week. She does not know when the funeral will take place but will keep me informed. Fingers crossed a good few of us can make it.
Tim
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Very sad news - I remember getting inspired by pictures and tales in The Power of Climbing. RIP and condolencies to friends and family.
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I didn't know Ian, but I enjoyed reading his posts on here. Such sad news. Condolences to his family and friends.
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Words can't convey my loss... From the early sport climbing scene to the MTB scene of today he has been a feature in many peoples lives in here... My condolances to His family and friends...
Here is some video of how I will always remember him... Flowing down trails in the alps loving every minute. He spent every summer in recent times in his van in the alps, often with Felix, his son.
He is the rider at the start, and then again at 4:30
http://www.pinkbike.com/video/281317/ (http://www.pinkbike.com/video/281317/)
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Very sad to hear this. I changed the way I tied in because of Ian, no small matter after 10 years of doing it the same way.
I know he was rightly proud of Free and Even Easier - great name and, like he said 'the original and best' on the Catwalk.
More recently I met him twice mountain biking at the Seven Stanes in Scotland, once at Kirroughtree and then again exactly a year later at Dalbeattie; he was with his son, both loving the trail centres. We had a very long chat about climbing and biking and the Sheffield years. He was very thin and had lots of stamina, which made me slightly envious. I think (although I might be wrong) he onsighted Lourdes at El Chorro which made a big impression on me after struggling to dog to the top.
His death is a big shock. Condolences to his family.
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Truly awful news, just the other day I posted a link in the Trance thread, of a classics mix of a club night which ends this sat. Thought he would appreciate it. For you Ian, I will hit the dancefloor even harder now on Sat.
Condolences to his family and friends.
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Crap, that's awful. R.I.P.
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I only know Ian from here and as immortalised in The Power Of Climbing:
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BepeAYWIcAAVSAo.jpg)
Shitty times for his family no doubt.
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Ian on the Wheels of Steel at an early Foundry Party
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6743954375_89c60508b3_z.jpg)
IIRC he opened his set that night with Wagners 'Ride of the Valkyries'
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If that's the first Foundry party there's a story connected. I'd been DJ'ing beforehand and Mita's lad had been emceeing over some jungle tracks and he wanted my number so he could do so again. I grabbed a bit of paper that was to hand, ripped it in half and wrote down my details. Ian was setting up and then started scrabbling around for something looking a bit pale. "Where's my setlist?" He says. I held up a crumpled bit of paper ripped in half and said "Err was this it ?" I uncrumpled it and it was a list of tracks neatly ripped in half missing where he'd written down all the BPMs.... He went white. I said "Err whoops, can you not just crack on" and to his credit, he did. I've always felt guilty about that and never got the chance to apologise properly. What a loss. RIP.
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I was there, he did open as such... And winged a set of greatness... Did we record that one??
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Can someone scan in the power of climbing chapter please....
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This pic was posted in the party madness topic (http://ukbouldering.com/board/index.php/topic,23361.0.html) recently, but seems apt to post it again - Ian, me and Fatboyslimfast after DJing all night at the legendary Edgedale Road party in 1994 - happy times :)
(http://i.imgur.com/PXOIlLs.jpg)
Ian was part of my life on and off for over 25 years. We trained together and shared a house in the late 80's where many were witness (often aghast!) to Ian's intense diet and exercise regimes.
Later after I had to go and live in Bradford for a couple of years he was pretty much the only person I knew up there and we spent a lot of time hanging out and training on his hardcore boards set up in warehouse at Saltaire...I remember one was suspended from an obliging fork-lift truck to facilitate changing the angles. When I say training, I scrabbled and watched Ian do laps on the nastiest tiny holds - the lad had beastly fingers.
Then came the techno years - countless superb nights at the Orbit, etc and DJing at parties and mates houses - Ian was a true technohead and even ran his own vinyl shop, Rabid Records in Headingly for a while. The years of clubbing really brought him out of his shell and he became much more easy going and happy in himself.
We lost touch for a while, mainly due to my years of depression and then working nights for 3 years but I was really happy when we spent time mountain biking together recently - Ian loved riding and was always super postive and enthusiastic. He was also a loving father and really proud that his son Felix was riding hard.
I just wish I'd spent more time riding and hanging out with him now. As others have said, his intellect, great sense of humour and easy going nature made him a great person to spend time with.
I always thought with his fitness and training drive he'd turn into one of those gnarly blokes you still see out doing huge rides and fell runs well into old age.
I going to believe that one minute he was out doing something he loved and the next he was just gone...
Goodbye Ian, we'll miss you my friend.
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I could not believe the thread title when I saw it - how terribly sad.
Awful news. My condolences and thoughts go out to his family.
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This pic was posted in the party madness topic (http://ukbouldering.com/board/index.php/topic,23361.0.html) recently, but seems apt to post it again - Ian, me and Fatboyslimfast after DJing all night at the legendary Edgedale Road party in 1994 - happy times :)
(http://i.imgur.com/PXOIlLs.jpg)
Ian was part of my life on and off for over 25 years. We trained together and shared a house in the late 80's where many were witness (often aghast!) to Ian's intense diet and exercise regimes.
Later after I had to go and live in Bradford for a couple of years he was pretty much the only person I knew up there and we spent a lot of time hanging out and training on his hardcore boards set up in warehouse at Saltaire...I remember one was suspended from an obliging fork-lift truck to facilitate changing the angles. When I say training, I scrabbled and watched Ian do laps on the nastiest tiny holds - the lad had beastly fingers.
Then came the techno years - countless superb nights at the Orbit, etc and DJing at parties and mates houses - Ian was a true technohead and even ran his own vinyl shop, Rabid Records in Headingly for a while. The years of clubbing really brought him out of his shell and he became much more easy going and happy in himself.
We lost touch for a while, mainly due to my years of depression and then working nights for 3 years but I was really happy when we spent time mountain biking together recently - Ian loved riding and was always super postive and enthusiastic. He was also a loving father and really proud that his son Felix was riding hard.
I just wish I'd spent more time riding and hanging out with him now. As others have said, his intellect, great sense of humour and easy going nature made him a great person to spend time with.
I always thought with his fitness and training drive he'd turn into one of those gnarly blokes you still see out doing huge rides and fell runs well into old age.
I going to believe that one minute he was out doing something he loved and the next he was just gone...
Goodbye Ian, we'll miss you my friend.
I'm no good at this stuff, and respect to bubba and FBSF et al for writing such impressive prose.
All incredible stuff.. Personally, I'm crying my fucking eyes out as I type.
I MISS you dude...
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Great words indeed. I have lots of great memories of my youth with Ian, though he was 10 years older than me. My first climbing trip abroad with him and Steve Rhodes to Belgium and Luxembourg, spending my 18 birthday waking up in a bus shelter and then Ian being told to put his t-shirt back on at the climbing wall as he was frightening the kids. The wall owner never did tell Steve to though.
Countless weekend trips to Malham in his Renaults (he loved his Clio Sport) to watch him warm up in a pair of Reeboks on Consenting and then put a rope on things for me to try, telling me that Austrian Oak wasn't really that hard.
And going to the Orbit and nights in Sheffield such as the opening night of Steel on London road to see Laurent Garnier do a 5 hour set and have to be forcibly removed from the decks as the lights went up.
Too many good times and I just wish we'd caught up sooner in between. I'll miss him.
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So sorry to hear this. Met Ian once, outside the depot. We had arrange to meet re:the freecycle page on here. I had an amp off him and some speakers. Really nice guy.
RIP Ian.
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Very Sad News , I like a lot of people on here climbed and went clubbing a lot with Ian in the 90'S a great guy and a lot of fun to hang out with .
As Bigtuboflard said many great nights at the Orbit, Arc , The Foundry Parties and numerous other nights and house partied . Climbing wise always super strong and psyched and great fun at the crag and to train with ( even when everyone was mercilessly taking the piss ) .
I have also never met a man who could eat so much hummus .
I which id seen him more in the intervening years ,ill try and dig out some photos over the weekend .
James
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Mike and Fatboy.
Well done with the great posts! Really appreciated by everyone, I'm sure. As for Falling Down - what a great anecdote. Quality.
Gone, but most definitely not forgotten!
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Some fantastic posts by a lot of people, that have brought back some great memories.
Lost touch with Ian when he stopped climbing and I moved south but had bumped into a few times since.
A sad loss to all and sure he will be missed.
Don't know if will be able to make the funeral as I start a new job soon.
Thoughts go to his family.. :(
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I'm remembering ian in fits of laughter at our attempts to speak french during a late 80s buoux trip and of course his stealthy climbing form, always upwards - life seems so fragile sometimes - RIP
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So sad to hear this. I knew Ian in Yorkshire in the late 80s/early 90s. I remember sitting on a bench in the old Bradford wall discussing eliminates on the leaning concrete face with him (he was always so focussed). And of course going to his amazing boards in Saltaire and watching him cruise up route after route at Malham and Kilnsey.
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That's very sad news. Condolences to Ian's family and all his close friends.
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Any news on a date for the funeral?
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Not yet Graeme but as soon as I know I'll post on here.
Tim
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Mentioned this to an old school friend who probably met Ian through clubbing ('little' James for those that might know him) and he reminded me that Ian taught him Economics A level at Lady Manners School in Bakewell for one term - about 1990 ish).
I'd completely forgotten about this. Strange affair to be out clubbing with one of your ex A Level teachers.
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I going to believe that one minute he was out doing something he loved and the next he was just gone...
Hello, I'm from SingletrackWorld, a mountain biking forum that Ian also frequented (http://singletrackworld.com/forum/profile/ianv). He was well liked there too.
I thought it might offer you some comfort to know that his last post over there was in reply to a "Where did you ride this weekend?" thread.
He said simply:
Ille sur Tet (near Perpignan), it was sunny and the trails were dry
That seems oddly fitting.
Happy trails Ian.
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Very very sad news about Ian, I spent many hours with him at Malham and Kilnsey in the late 80's early 90's and he was always so fluid on his regular multiple ascents of Rain Dogs, The Oak and Zoolook. He nearly always did them in Ninjas too which given how polished the tiny footholds were even then must have made them even harder! Mind you he was partly responsible for some of the polish!!!
He chatted a lot with Claudie who being French, enjoyed hearing his tales of Aix and climbing at Buoux with the french 'A' Team at the time. Ian always admired Antoine LeMenestrel as being the smoothest climber he had ever seen.
He was also no slouch in the competition scene and he made the top 10 (either fourth or sixth) at Leeds 89, I can't find a result list on line, but he certainly was in the Final. He entered a few more World Cups about then too and did quite well if I recall.
Ian always made us laugh he enjoyed climbing and seeing others enjoy it too, he was happy to poke fun at leading lights (John Dunne, Mark Leach and Tony Mitchell) but always in good way and not malicious.
I hadn't seen him for many years but I do have very fond memories and I wish to pass my sincere condolences to his family and friends.
RIP Ian
There is a thread on the other Channel about this too.
Ian Dunn
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Hi
I am helping Ian's family organise the funeral and will post details of when it is happening. I know that the family hopes that some of his climbing and biking friends make it as this was such an important part of his life.
I am also writing the speech for the funeral so any contributions are welcome…
Regards
Stuart
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Ian Vincent – A Personal Memory
I first met Ian in late 1984. Deak, a former climbing partner, knew a young guy called Andy Robinson (later, for a while, his brother-in-law). Andy was coming to Sheffield. He needed somewhere short-term to live. And he had a mate called Ian. Gail and I were glad to help. Soon the four of us were squeezed into a little terraced house on Peveril Road, off Ecclesall.
Ian and I hit it off, right from the start. Night after night, we tired the moon with our talking. I’d stagger upstairs in the wee early hours and Gail would drowsily mutter, “What have you two been on about?” I never really knew. What I do know is – it mattered.
There was something about Ian back then, something different, something very, very special indeed, which I can’t capture. For a start, there was a total absence of guile. He was utterly open, utterly transparent. When he smiled, it was as though you could see straight through to his soul. He was young, maybe 18 or so, sensitive, intellectually precocious, extremely idealistic. I was a decade older and had already struggled in the world for the sake of my dreams. Occasionally the uneasy thought flitted across my mind that someone as sensitive, gifted and idealistic as Ian might have a hard time of it.
The weeks raced past, filled with studying and talking. Ian had a monster work ethic; he never stopped. Although it was winter, Ian, Andy and I were all climbers so we must have gone out at some time. All I can remember now is one freezing day when Ian and I were brick-edge crimping. Ian, probably sensibly, packed it in before me. It was to be the only time when I arguably climbed better. In truth though, it doesn’t count. I knew that traverse backwards; Ian didn’t.
Next summer we went to Wales, where it quickly became obvious that Ian was a couple of grades better and I was equally quickly reduced to clutching at slings. I remember we watched an injured Andy Pollitt running along the Marine Drive at Pen Trwyn, looking up at routes he could no longer do and would probably never be able to do again. It was gut-wrenchingly poignant. Although we muttered hello, neither Ian nor I could look him in the eye. Thankfully, a year or so later, Andy made one of the most remarkable recoveries in the history of climbing. He now rightfully graces the front cover of Peak Rock.
Shortly afterwards, both Ian and I went into the corporate world. I’m not sure either of us were really cut out for it but you give these things a try. The next I remember was driving up to Saltaire a few times to stay with him in Ada Street. Something had changed, certainly in him, maybe in both of us. Although we still enjoyed each other’s company, the old familiarity had gone.
And now the difference in our climbing abilities was massive. Sport climbing had arrived with a vengeance. As an E3/E4 climber, hitting middle-age, working too hard and putting on weight, I was reduced to struggling on F6c. Conversely Ian was running up F8a+. I’d belay him and have to fight just to get off the ground. Next to his exquisite skinniness, I felt like a beached whale.
Ian loved steep rock. Once he’d gone climbing in Ireland with Calvin Torrans. They’d done E1/E2 stuff on a mountain crag, Luggala, I believe. With a nice walk-in (uphill on the way out), probably lots of slimy drainage streaks and doubtless the odd wet, grass-covered ledge thrown in for good measure, Calvin was as happy as a pig in poo. Conversely Ian was thoroughly disgusted. “And it wasn’t even steep!” he moaned.
When Ian built his epic training boards at Saltaire, nobody could argue that they weren’t steep enough. But when he once confided, “Malham isn’t really that steep...” I looked up at the capping overhangs and shuddered. One thing was for sure – it was too steep for me.
One day we were on The Catwalk, then the province of the elite. I was bitterly aware I wasn’t there on merit and felt a total fraud. With Gommy (Pete Gomersall) and Dalvinder, we wandered across to have a natter with Mark Leach, the strongest climber in the country, fully decked out in 1980s rock-star regalia.
I can’t for the life of me remember what Mark was about to embark upon. I think it was F8b. He exploded up the start in a display of power which I’ve never seen equalled... only for his foot to pop on what looked (from the ground!) like a 5c smear. I remember thinking, “If I’d got that far, I could have finished it!” (This was almost certainly complete delusion.) Down flew Mark, even faster than he’d gone up. All four of us, together with Mark’s belayer, were suffused with a mixture of disbelief and cringing embarrassment. The suffocating silence was finally broken by Ian’s wry comment, “Footwork by Leach...” All six of us burst out laughing, Mark as much as anyone, although part of him must have been gutted. But we couldn’t have stayed in collective denial forever. Somebody had to say something. And Ian made the perfect response.
By now Ian was a top climber, his peers the international elite. In the World Cup, he came joint-seventh, tying with the former world champion, Patrick Edlinger. Typically I never told him how proud of him I was. Now I never can.
At Christmas 1992, Gommy, Dal, Dave Sarkar, Ian, Julia (a former girlfriend) and I went off to El Chorro. Meeting Ian’s parents and sister for the first time, you instantly saw where his decency came from. They were such lovely people. Now, all these years later, my heart goes out to them.
Sadly, probably mostly due to post-relationship angst between Julia and myself, the trip wasn’t a great success. At times it was fraught. To his credit, Ian never uttered a word of reproach.
On New Year’s Day, much the worse for wear from the previous night’s revelries, we went up to Makinodromo. On the forty-five minute uphill walk-in, I threw up three times and arrived thoroughly dehydrated. On the crag I disgraced myself by bailing half-way up a F7a, leaving Dave Sarkar’s quick-draws in-situ. Meanwhile, just around the corner, Ian on-sighted Lourdes, one of the most famous and beautiful F8as in the world. It may have been the first on-sight; I’m not sure. One thing was for sure; this time, even Ian couldn’t argue that it wasn’t steep enough.
A few minutes later, when Ian and his fat, bumbly mate were wandering along the base of the crag, we came across a cave filled with bearded, bohemian types of all nationalities (Irish and German seemingly predominating). The cave had been fitted with rude shelving and held vast quantities of food, mostly potatoes. Evidently all of it had been dragged uphill on that tortuous walk-in. I looked at row after row of spuds and felt the onset of another bout of nausea.
Tri-lingual Ian (English, French, German), asked them what was happening. In Teutonically stilted English, a decidedly Wagnerian type explained that they’d brought up supplies for a six month siege of Lourdes. Beside me, I felt Ian stiffen. I didn’t dare look at him. As one, we knew we had to make a graceful exit - fast. We were sidling towards the cave entrance when yet another wannabe rushed in. “Someone has just on-sighted Lourdes!” he Teutonically declaimed. He stopped short, peered suspiciously in the gloom at Ian. We didn’t wait for the quivering, outstretched finger and the outraged denunciation, “And it is him!!” Mortified, the pair of us fled. Ruefully I thought of the poor sods, stuck in that draughty cave for month after month, eking out those miserable spuds, knowing all the while that Lourdes had been despatched in a few minutes.
A couple of days later, I was belaying Ian, once again whinging about how rubbish my climbing was. Beyond all endurance, he snapped, “Do you want to know what your problem is?” Dave Sarkar was trying his best not to smirk and understandably not doing too good a job of it. A horrible silence was finally broken by a quavering, “What??” “You’re too heavy!” (This from the lightest climber ever.) Gulp. “OK...” (In a quavering little voice.)
We came back to England. I said goodbye to Ian at the airport, went home and thought about what he’d said. He was right. Two stone came off. I trained on boards, though not as steep as the Saltaire ones. F6c became F7c. Although nothing in the great scale of things, for me hundreds of routes suddenly became possible.
I only saw Ian once again, a couple of years later, setting some boulder problems at a climbing event I’d gone to write about. His face creased into the lovely smile I remembered, the smile that had been there back at the beginning. He was glad to see me. The not-so-good stuff was gone. There was just his lovely, lovely smile – straight through into his soul. It’s what I have of him now. It’s what I will always have.
As the years slipped past, faster and faster, inexorably the distance between us widened. Occasionally you’d hear the odd rumour. He was reputed to have headed up The Ashes, having forgotten to tie into the rope. (Was it steep enough for him, I wondered?) Then I heard he’d given up climbing, got into DJing and clubbing. I was a generation older and didn’t understand stuff like that.
Once, many years later, he turned up on UKC and some idiot derisively asked him what he knew about climbing. I wanted to post, “He came seventh in the world, you fool!” Ian gave a better example with a dignified silence. Across cyberspace, we exchanged greetings.
There was so much of Ian’s life I didn’t know about. I didn’t know he had a partner and a son. How proud he would have been! I didn’t know he’d found a new passion in mountain biking. A few weeks ago, by chance, I discovered some old photos of him on the internet. “What’s he doing now?” I mused.
And then one day, it’s too late. He’s gone. You try to console yourself, thinking that he died doing what he loved, that hopefully his death was as quick and as painless as it gets.
But inside you’re falling apart, tearing yourself to shreds. In nearly 50 years, I’ve known about 50 climbers who’ve gone. You’d think it would get easier. But it doesn’t get easier. It gets harder.
Ian was special – and not just to me. He was special. I’m not saying that because of his passing. I’m saying it because it’s true. There was some rare quality he had, something I glimpsed right there, back at the beginning, 30 years ago, a light in his eyes that drew you straight into his soul.
Ian, I’m sorry. As a friend, I failed you. I let life get in the way. I let it separate us. I didn’t realise deeply enough that friendship is a precious gift which needs to be continually nourished and replenished.
Now what remains is your smile. And your smile is with me for as long as I live. Thank you.
Mick
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If Mick Ward was registered here he'd be getting waddage by the dozen.
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+1. A touching and poignant tribute.
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Wow...
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Superb words which speak with perfect eloquence of the man Ian was, I hope it brought a tear to others eyes as it has mine.
The ashes incident did indeed happen too as I was holding his rope at the time, gave me the fright of my life as the galaxy flipped through every quick to the floor. Ian simply clipped in to the drawer in his hand as we flicked a rope over fom an adjacent route. Is was mind enough for us both to call it a day.
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Can someone scan in the power of climbing chapter please....
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Cheers.
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Ian's funeral will take place on Friday 7th February at Nabwood Crematorium (https://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=Nab+Wood+Crematorium+Bingley+Road+Shipley&hl=en&ll=53.834993,-1.806607&spn=0.011789,0.033023&sll=53.48139,-1.343962&sspn=0.76083,2.113495&t=m&hq=Nab+Wood+Crematorium&hnear=Bingley+Rd,+Shipley,+United+Kingdom&z=16) at 9.30am.
Afterwards, for refreshments, at Oakwood Hall Hotel in Bingley.
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There's space for 1 or 2 small ones in a car going up on Friday. Leaving Chesterfield Rd at 7.30
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i'll be driving up from Hathersage and going through Sheffield on Friday too so if anyone wan'ts a lift just let me know or DM me your address and be happy to drop by and give you a lift
Tim
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Sorry I can't be there, I'm in France snowboarding. Given the choice I reckon Vinnie would say go snowboarding. RIP mate.
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Just posting this for those who wanted to attend Ian's funeral but who weren't able to. There was a good turnout, thanks to all who came.
It's also worth saying that Ian died from a heart attack, not a stroke as we previously thought.
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Shame it was under such sad circumstances but good to see a few folk after many years.
All that was missing was some banging techno as we all left.
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Thanks Mike and Graeme for the report, I'm glad there was a good turn out. Just sorry I couldn't be there.
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Shame it was under such sad circumstances but good to see a few folk after many years.
All that was missing was some banging techno as we all left.
thats what i was hoping for too Graeme.
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RIP Ian, he was our teacher at Lady Manners, Bakewell for a brief spell, always seemed a nice chap and very welcoming especially to chat about climbing. Sad news.
Si
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A couple of things:
- as many of you know we always raise a decent amount of cash at the CWIF and I've decided that this year we will split the money raised between our normal charity of choice, CAC, and the British Heart Foundation in memory of Vinny. (I actually decided this at the funeral but forgot to tell anyone). So 50% of the cash that Gav chucks in the bucket for me wearing a Skunk shirt and 50% of the cash that I chuck in for Gav and Boyley cycling round the Works car park in a Mackem top will go the BHF. Plus of course a couple of grand from the raffle/collection etc.
- has anyone got any of Ian's sets on tape/CD. I reckon that playing one of them during the CWIF Qualification would be a nice touch. After all we are talking about someone who was 5th in the 1st ever climbing World Cup back in 1989.
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FBSF or bubs will know where the tapes are....
Great idea dude..
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Great idea Graeme, if there's a way I can put some money in a bucket at the wall between now and the CWIF let me know as won't be there on the day it don't think.
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Nice one Graeme and Gav :thumbsup:
I'm sorry but I don't have any sets on tape. I can't remember recording any of our Foundry, etc party sets (though some must have been done) which seems a real shame now, but at the time it didn't seem necessary - I guess we thought we'd be doing it forever.
I know Ian recorded some practice sets at home but I'm pretty sure I don't have any of them either.
Found my faded "Rabid Records" (Ian's techno vinyl shop) t-shirt at the back of a drawer the other day :'(
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Ian's sister, who is executor, has access to his belongings.. She would be cool to find this stuff, if it exists...
Let me know anyone if u think it's tapes / CDs or suchlike... And the timeline.., and I'll see what can be done..
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I've just discovered this great photo of Ian repeating The Cider Soak at Anstey's Cove. Nick White belaying, on what is probably the second ascent of his fine route.
The photo is from Clark Alston's Flickr page (I hope that's OK!). There's a rather poignant comment from Ian about the photo, posted not too long ago.
https://m.flickr.com/#/photos/21412807@N03/2077815464/
Great memories.
(https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2142/2077815464_324d4e32dc_b.jpg)