The original plan was for Gavin, Jules, Alex and I to head down to the sea cliffs at Meikle Ross, but a couple of late call offs
and a change of venue saw Gavin and I heading to the Hawkcraig instead.
Gavin and Edi were round at ours the night before and we checked on line for the high tide. But as Gavin and I had consumed a
couple of bottles of wine this meant we read the tidal report incorrectly
Result...when we got there the tide was coming in instead
of going out
Still, we managed a few routes at the west end of the cliff...a couple of vdiffs, a HS and a bold and committing VS which I struggled
on really badly and then took about 20mins to extract Gavin's last bit of gear. He sat smugly at the top, a few feet above me, basking
in the sunshine. I swear he looked disapointed when the nut eventually came free
All in all a great day in warm sunshine and Gavin, who faced up to his demons on his first visit to the scene of his accident last year, performed
very well inded
Me...not so well
Took some pics, but as is often when there are only 2 of you climbing there are no climbing action shots.
Nesting Fulmar at the east end of the cliff
Gavin checks out the scene of his fall. He is standing on his landing site.
Gavin on belay
The east end of the crag, shortly before we left and when the tide had turned and other climbers (who had read the tidal reports
whilst sober) started to arrive.
