the first climb we did i didn't make any record, never thought about my camera or taking pictures. it was all "my god so this is what it's like!" and "will my hand fit in there?". the black thief. a great route and i'm going to lead it someday soon. depending on the weather of course....
suddenly we're at the base of another face, looking up at what i'm assured is a climb. even two. it doesn't look too bad from the bottom. even do-able for a slacker like me.
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somehow i get to the top of girona and untie. gerry looks back to make sure i'm safe - or that i'm not doing something stupid... i'm a bit dazed but happy i got all his gear out. i look across to see if the black thief is visible from here. i can't see it. two dots, black against the sky, become terry and - peter, i think. they're watching us, ants on the rock face. the size of these cliffs is impressive.
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my head's a mess.
i seem to be wandering through a purple haze -
should i be reaching up to kiss the sky?
i chuck off the tinted shades and check out
niamh coasting up the second pitch of girona.
