ITS NOT WHERE WE ARE IN LIFE BUT IN WHAT DIRECTION WE ARE MOVING

Summer 2008 - The stuff of nightmares and yet still "Ce la vie"










This is a cruize liner berthed at Invergordon taken from the boat as we returned from a night fishing trip.









This summer i lost a bit of the drive required to go climbing a lot,

We still manged to climb a few routes but took more relaxing trips away exploring the fabulous playground called Scotland.











Towing the boat to ullapool is just about as scary as climbing and setting of for a jolly round the summer isles whith everything you need for a few day exploring is totally priceless,

Usually blessed with the weather enough to get awesome veiws of hills, hills iv been on but take ages and ages to recognise because iv never seen them from that angle - ok it may be my age.










Did a few walks and lots of fishing, few summers will ever be remembered like this one will be.

A very rude young trainee SPA Instructor was seen a cummingston, climbing on a rockface she was, i was impressed.

Then i realised it was Anna

We went to Reiff for a weekend out to the Bay of pigs and got midged to death even while climbing.

Robert did battle on (walk like an Egyptian E4 6a) pumpy as

Simply awesome when you get it right and we left ullapool one fri eve and ended up here at the anchorage at Tannera mhor, Summer Isles.

This stunning archipelago has some proper climbing on it not very high but very very nice place to climb, if you have a boat to get there.

You dont have a boat do you ! "Ha i bloody do"

OK so im not the first to climb here but next summer il be one of the first to climb this bad boy.

May even have some DWS potential at hightide and calm seas.

That drive that we climbers require to want to go to remote places and climb and climb and shit my fingers are bleeding.

The force is strong within me :-)

Bring on next Summer --- --- Bring on the dry tooling comps !