|The Wall - I'm indebted to Jake for these photos.|
I can now die a happy man. 5 years of Moors development finally came to a head today, as I set out on the Mono Wall, with only a pair of shorts, a helmet, chalk and some shoes. Conditions were terrible, with the heat evaporating the last 2 days' worth of rain and sun beaming right down upon us, but it was Yorkshire day and we were all there. Matt and Jake got some shots and Sam boldly stood below the wall, with some strange intention of trying to spot. Mania swept forth and the excitement bubbled around. Today could be the day we climb this wall....
|Enjoying the sun|
|Ferrier getting some pads in|
|A nice comfy landing|
|In a zone, not quite sure which one|
And as you set out on the wall, it waves up and looks like it's about to break right upon you. Psy mon says you're about to die. A slippidy sloppidy smear, through overhanging fear. When the foul foot slips, then off your finger rips - for tis but a pinky, deep and wedged in a hole! When the pinkies remain, then all you gain is more death. Stood, no hanging on a bulge, not made for mortal man.
|Fighting hard on the lower wall|
|Glad I lost all that weight to hang on little fingers!|