Stomping down Green Drive
The problem with being slack about blogging (a failing many initially enthusiastic bloggers seem doomed to succumb to) is that the things which you think/hope might be worth a write up start to mount up.
The planned task of actually getting it all down on electronic paper thus becomes more onerous. Which tends to make you put it off for longer. More things mount up. It becomes even more onerous. You put it further off … etc. etc.
My life is crazy busy: A PhD nailbitingly close to submission (which I also fail to blog about, over in my other world @ pluralsubject.wordpress.com) and two mad little humans, one of whom is not all that fond of sleep.
Absolution done with & least the loop of stuff–increasing/stuff–putting–off spin any more out of control, let me get on with getting down to what’s been on adventurewise. [Edit: post writing this bit, I did succumb to more letting it slide; despite determination to write this post before prambling no. 3, prambling no.4 is now only a few days away!]
The meat and bones:
Freda, Misha and Seren on tiny baby boulder
In the ongoing effort to pull a synthesis out of the kids/ADVENTURE ↔ thesis/antithesis, most of my adventuring has been of the prambling sort.
As you all no doubt know to pramble (prmbl) is to:
engage in family friendly stomping; usually in the countryside; always with minor diversions from the path offering chances for ADVENTURE.
Prambling no. 1
So this day almost turned to disaster; I nearly lost the plot over one car key lost in house & the other ceasing to work. Thankfully the ever fox like Kim saved the day by using her cunning to buying a new battery.
Sadly, whilst keen adventure beans Val, Andy & lil’ Seren successfully weathered my mini break down, it nudged Kim’s less interested in the wilderness sister, and her entirely uninterested boyf/now spouse Aigar, towards heading on their long drive home a little early. We will tempt them to pramble one day!
Frank climbing rock, from the olden days
Anyway, it was a beautiful sunny day and we headed out on the windy road to Burbage edge. Somewhere that I first visited with cos’ Frank, Fionia and their crew.
This time we got there late (post key fiasco) and the rest of theʍǝɹʞ ƃuıqɯılʞ had picnic under the actually unwoobly boulder problem that goes by the name of Wooble Rock.
From there we set off down the big wide track, that is suitable for push chairs, though a bit of a pain by the middle bit where it gets a tad rocky-er if they don’t have big wheels (as Justyna and Piotrec’ and found out, and Kate to a lesser extent) After a fun stomp down the hill (see pic at top of the page) we then had a bit of trouble finding boulders from the guide book but eventually came across the Burbage South Boulders, finding the first one ‘The Brick‘ (by asking someone) and then orientated to find rest.
All brilliant fun, though I was brought crashing down to earth by the difficulty of transition from indoor positive plastic to outdoor rounded peak grit! From indoors being able to do V4 problems to struggling on a what the guidebook said where V0s!
The kids, well the older ones at any rate, had a great time gullying in-between small rocks and (with help) getting on top of some big ones as well. The babies where largely oblivious to their beautiful surroundings (but I expect subconsciously absorbing it).
Prambling no. 2
A bit of a drive was needed for the second Prambing outing, thus time up in the Lakes but I was determined not to be late. In the end after missing the motorway exit and then driving to slightly the wrong place, I was late again. C’est la vie.
Once we arrived and stomped up the approach path we found that the scenery at Trowbarrow was once again superb, the weather looked a bit ropey at first as we where surrounded by slightly drizzly fog but the sun fought back and shone through, leading to a very sunny afternoon.
What with chasing the kids about, I didn’t actually get that much climbing in but did try seconding up a trad route, led by Carl. Struggled mightley just before the first crux couldn’t get gear out, used up all my energy (that’s my excuse anyway!) and had to rest on the rope a few times to make it up. After me and Tom had not quite made it, the valiant Piotric romped up and saved all the gear (you can see him looking small on the big slab of rock in the pic below).
Prambling no. 3
A bit closer to home this time, out in the Peaks @ Windgather. The sunny weather motif played on for this beautiful spot, known for a sometimes ill wind. In fact, the day was some relief from the mini heatwave we’ve been having in Manchester as there was a nicely refreshing breeze to take the edge off the crazy sun – which coupled with some shade tents made it just about work for the kids.
Freda got super enthusiastic about this being an activity called ‘rock climbing’ (and has been shouting ‘rock climbing’ every time she sees a piece of rock or someone climbing anything since).
Highlght of the day was that I did my first trad lead! Corner Crack. Under the über competent tutelage of Justyna I breezed up. It was an easy climb, one I wouldn’t have felt worried about soloing, but nonetheless placed two pieces of gear and got the trad ball rolling. While the climb wasn’t stress full I found remembering how to set up the belay point at the top a lot harder than the actual climb.
All fun fun fun. Looking forward to the next pramble in two days (Sunday). Hopping for more good weather. Its looking a bit more knife edge this time.
p.s. in case you where wondering, it turned out the lost key that we turned the house upside down looking for was behind the sofa all along.