Often I have to climb outside at work in the rain, no it is not too much fun, but bearable. Today after a morning in the wall putting another participant through my project I was psyched for some outdoor climbing. I ended up driving down, with the distant hills towards tremadog look slightly brighter. Then unlike the usual clearing as we approached the crag the clag got thicker and thicker, as the rain seemed to come up from the ground. I was fully hopeful as we had yet to turn the mystical tremadog corner where the world can often turn from wet to dry in feet.
The magic had gone and we ended up driving back to the wall for a short session. Totally gutting day, but life always throws a curve ball. May be one day I’ll get out and the sun will shine on me. At the moment the world is grey.