Ice expectations

I never really know why anyone climbs anything. It's a pleasing movement and sometimes attains views and routes that are inaccessible without ropes and other protection. That is my main goal with climbing, getting somewhere I couldn't otherwise. I can't reach little rock summits in the Alps without a rope, or the amazing finish of... Continue Reading →

Ice climbing is completely mad

My husband is turning 50. I must really love him, because I booked an ice climbing holiday for his birthday. I slept for what felt like two hours before we left, lying there thinking of all the things that can go wrong. We took a 6.40 am flight from Heathrow. Taking flights with children is... Continue Reading →

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