“Guys…why don’t we actually try and make something out of this climbing obsession?” – those were the words of my climbing partner Valentina and our just-as-obsessed friend Tamsin as we were having dinner one Sunday night after another weekend outdoors.
Suddenly, this seemed like the perfect idea. We live and breathe this sport right now, surely we can share all the things we’re learning with other people taking up the sport for the first time, or those deciding to commit to it with renewed vigour.
Luckily for us, Tamsin happens to be an ex film student and exceptionally skilled with the camera (though she will never admit it!). The concept for the videos was an easy one to come up with – though we’re still perfecting it, of course, and will be for a long time.
Continue reading My new project: Vertical Souls
For someone as impatient as me, learning to stand (and eventually walk) on a slackline is a pretty frustrating experience, but it is an invaluable lesson in patience, which I so badly lack.
Read my latest post: Lessons in being patient
I’ve always wanted to try out slacklining, but between climbing, work events, and attempting to still see my non-climbing friends, I’ve found it hard to find the time for it. Now that I’m injured seemed like the perfect time to give it a shot.
So on a Sunday my friends and I took advantage of the nice weather and took the slackline out for a day in East London’s Victoria park (along with a hula hoop for good measure).
Continue reading Slackline: The art of balanced meditation
“I really shouldn’t be doing this!” I thought, while hanging upside down in a tunnel and trying to push my foot into the next black foothold for balance, as a searing pain shot up my right side, again.
Sometimes, injuries happen by accident or as an unfortunate consequence of doing something inherently correct and safe, but more often than not they are exacerbated by impatience.
Impatience that stops us from warming up before jumping on a difficult or technical climb; impatience that drives us to the pub half an hour early after a day of climbing outdoors, instead of stretching; impatience that brought me to the climbing gym on a Tuesday night after a weekend of climbing, when I already knew I had an injury.
Continue reading Lessons in being patient
I am ashamed to say that time and time again over the past few weeks (months…?) I have chosen to neglect this blog, despite my best intentions to dedicate some time to it. I confess, I have been choosing the great, or even slightly mediocre, outdoors over sitting at home and writing…every single time.
This being a blog about adventure, I suppose it stands to reason that adventure would come top of my priority list, but it is, of course, totally inexcusable to ignore this project, and I will make every effort to change (famous last words…?).
Anyway, this is not going to be one of those “10 things to do outdoors” kinds of entries.
Continue reading My excuses for neglecting this blog
When i was first learning English, one of the iconic phrases I had to learn was: “English weather is no toy”. Well, if that is the case, Welsh weather is more of a torture implement.
The weather in North Wales can be extremely bipolar: sunshine can be replaced by snowy blizzards, only to turn back to blue skies in a matter of an hour. But as I have found out having spent a rainy Saturday in Snowdonia, that is no reason to give up on the great outdoors.
Waking up on the Saturday morning, I faced a wall of rain that didn’t look like it was planning to let up any time this century, but what’s a bit of water coming from the sky when you have waterproofs and friends to hand?
Continue reading How to make the most of Wales in any weather conditions