Thursday 17 July 2008

City Break South Yorkshire Style

The eagle-eyed of those following this blog will have noted that I'm no longer a resident of the city of steel (Sheffield), and as such, my visit at the weekend was technically a holiday

And with the drudgery associated with everyday life slowly shifting its focus to Bristol, I had a handsome time up north.

My visit coincided with two important events in the climbing calendar.
The first being the carnival of crushing that is the British Bouldering Championships (BBC), and the second being Gib's birthday. Two contrasting events it has to be said. One's a wholesome celebration of the pinnacle of achievement in British strength and power, while the other's a bouldering comp in a big fuck off tent.

The birthday was a typical Sheffield affair. Lescar then Slate Street. This once legendary party house is once again finding its feet thanks to the efforts of an enthusiastic Rob Clifton. Even Pickles, the perennial reluctant housemate, is failing to temper this man's mission to piss off his neighbours every single weekend. So mad props to him for that.

On Sunday I only hung around for a bit of the comp before the call of soloing Parker's Eliminate became too strong, and I gave the still-pissed Enigma a lift home via the mighty Hobson Moor. And then back off to Bristol for another week at the grindstone. Which as it happens, is nearly over already. Get in.

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