Tonight I climbed my way out of a chimney crevassey thing on a 6b pink (bacon) climb. I am immeasurably pleased with myself (probably because measuring how pleased I am would involve numbers). I
didn’t actually complete the climb, because I was so completely knackered after hauling myself out and over the lip of the chimney thing by features and little crabby holds, and then going right when everyone beneath me was shouting ‘left’ (this was a spectator event – there were people there who needed a laugh), that I sort of fell off. Falling off involved going for a wee swing, so I declined doing the whole thing over again, and retired with the knowledge that I had done the hard bit successfully.
Handsome got no further than I did, although he played the colour blindness card.