All the things I do instead of writing…
On the 20th June, we drove out of Finsbury Square towards the Blackwall Tunnel with a car full of ropes, hardware, a posh tent, an ultra-light cooker and in my case absolutely no idea what I was letting myself in for. It was my first climbing trip to the Alps, and while I had done... Continue Reading →
I've been on two short climbing trips recently - or more accurately one climbing trip and one bouldering. We decided on a long weekend in the Frankenjura, a part of German that is known in German as the "Fränkische Schweiz", not to be confused with "Sächsische Schweiz", which is another big climbing area, but is... Continue Reading →
In an effort to prepare for the hideous chaos that will be the London Olympics in 2 weeks' time, I ran home from work yesterday. For some reason, I constantly think that Liverpool Street to West Hampstead will take me an hour to run, which it never does. So after an hour I got a... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 