Great stuff everyone. A bit counter the spirit of the thread to mention individuals but 8B and the BGR in the same year
turnipturned said:
My year was mainly dominated by training and doing the Bob Graham Round in August (did manage to climb an 8B to keep the ‘8B a year for 20 years’ dream alive.
:bow: for this and the real talking.
Top three five Fairhead routes:
1.
Sandpiper. This has a lot of climbing for an E2 and a great variety of styles, not just cracks. Getting into the pod isn't easy, getting out is harder!
2.
Toby Jug. Further proof that the best routes get two stars. In one big pitch, this would be “Top 50” (aka 4 stars) and have queues if it was at Millstone.
3.
Equinox and Salango in a day. The latter was a bit of a battle but my kind of climbing.
4.
The X-Men. E3 6a isn't my grade usually so happy to get this done. Epic hand crack on pitch one, both incredibly sustained but very varied. Pitch two isn't 6a but is also very good.
5.
The Hustler. Another E3 6a that wasn’t. Needed a pep-talk from Simon to get on with it but it was all fine when I did.
The Ceuse of trad. climbing strikes again. A flippin’ amazing 11 days and I'm nervous about ever going back again as it surely can't be as good!
Top three trad. routes it was great to repeat:
1.
Perseus at High Tor with Simon. The first time I’d climbed at High Tor since dislocating my shoulder there 5 years ago. Felt cool to be back at the place. It would good to complete the unfinished business next year.
2.
Deep Space at Mother Carey’s kitchen with Iain. Great to be climbing with him again, fabulous route, fun chimney at the top, the cave is a bloody cold spot to belay in February.
3.
La demande, Verdon with Hugo. A repeat, from 43.5 years ago. Happy I can still be a useful member of a team for this kind of thing (just point me at the chimneys).
Top one Deep Water Solos:
1.
Magical Mystery Tour. 118/200 of the lifetime goal to tick Pat Littlejohn’s South West Climbs (1st Ed.). This was ...different and necessitated a long process of acclimatisation to cold water before having the confidence to give it a go. It was good to get out of my comfort zone in several ways and I may resume in April. I’m not a cold water convert and it still felt like I was properly soloing most of the way. I did swim the few hundred metres back to the start which would have been unthinkable at the beginning of summer.
Top three tweaks:
1.
Right hip, which has been grumbling away for 10 years but deteriorated to the point where I resorted to shark’s walking poles for a few days. Fortunately grovelling up easy extremes at Fairhead proved to be good therapy.
2.
Left hip, a new addition with about the worst possible timing as it announced itself a couple of weeks before heading to Siurana. Typically my project required average left hip flexibility which all of a sudden I lost.
3.
Left wrist. Embarrassingly from falling out of the jamming at the top of Thin Wall Special, despite it being an easy grade, playing to my strengths, and having done it three times previously. I now know a lot more about how to deal with TFCCs, having done the same thing to the right wrist last year, and it recovered much more quickly despite being initially much more painful.
Top three gigs:
Concert going hasn't quite recovered to pre-covid levels but I went to 35 musical events this year and there were some goodies.
1.
Chineke! Junior orchestra, including The Lad, playing Samuel Coleridge-Taylor’s Symphony at the Fairfield Hall. It’s a lovely Dvorakian piece, the band had spent an entire week rehearsing it full-time and sounded like a decent professional orchestra. The audience were a bit different from the usual crowd. I was ridiculously proud.
2.
Kenny Barron at Ronnie Scott’s. Classic jazz piano trio. Nothing original about the playing but exquisitely done, the venue is legendary, the company was great, and it was a wonderful evening.
3.
Das Rheingold at the Royal Opera. I wasn't sure about this beforehand, I'm well into double figures for performances, so a new production has to offer something special. Director Barry Kosky has produced some brilliant work and some stuff which just didn’t click with me, the cast wasn’t that starry, and stalls tickets were approaching Taylor Swift prices. We took a punt and got restricted view seats in slips (£14). I need not have worried, as soon as the lights dimmed and the 'cellos started playing that long opening E flat chord, the world was born again.