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I've struggled with this one all the way down the M6 and here sat at home in the super Peak District. I have decided to just leave it out as nothing seems relevant. Any one who knows me may have a clue, and no I didn't fall off a climb. So I decided to sod the title and just go straight in. The Start, what else but breakfast. All good days out start on a full stomach, and yes Steve it is another monster breakfast, and no I ain't heavier than you, yet.

Keswick car park, pretty empty, oh yes it is about stupid 9 o'clock. Luv early starts.

So finish breaky and it's off to the Trafford centre AKA Shepards Crag Borrowdale. Ever since I was a child I've looked up at this crag and wondered what it would be like, 40 odd years later I found out. However to be fare I've put this crag off time and time again, done the old, oh have we passed it trick, never mind well do it again. Yep, I am anti social, so what's wrong with that Mr Froid or what ever ya name is, and spelllllt.

Just in case.

However Mr mannering it wasn't to bad, and a pleasant surprise. We headed off down to the bottom end, brown crag. Fairly low key as far as people are concerned, so we headed on up Brown crack, groove or something. This climb was a diff, well trod and the first climb since last sat at hey roughly the same time. What's he on about, few little pointers here and there. Ok, dean is off, he's really conscious that I am letting line out at a really reduced rate. Give me some bloody slack I can feel coming down every fibre in the cord of the rope. Bloody NO my mind is saying. Dean lays an absolute text book set of ropes out, perfectly set with excellent quick draws keeping the line running smooth up the crag.

I love the extender on the yellow line, oohburr straight.

Right, some serious climbing ish. Little Chamonix, seen it, read it, joked about it, seen Cliff Lowther naked on it, http://www.roxcool.co.uk/ you name it. So it's time to man up and do it, get me a can, personnel joke.

Hear you are dad, the route guide. You know, that bit of info that helps you get up the route, yeh wat evvvvver.

My lead, any how got to shake off the demonds. Not easy, four pitch route which means I will get the last pitch, cool, looks ace.

Are you wearing the jacket of doom and gloom, oh shit, yeh.

Sorry for the shitty puns, only a few people will know WTF I am talking about, but hey let's just leave it there. If you really wanna know, email me.

Back to climbing, the first pitch wasn't easy I must admit. I felt tense and sweaty, however I new dean was at the other end of the rope, nuth said.

First pitch, ffffffffkkkkkkking ace. Got to the tree belay, team already at this pitch so bit of a wait. Me yankin the rope three times for dean to start climbing after about 20 min wait. Oh fuck never said I was safe, bet dean won't mention it. Wrong, what happened to safe he said. Didn't think we discussed the old three tug method. SOSS I said, took so long for the next team to move on I missed that bit out. I had been safe for ages, ha ha.

I am sat below on equally as big urr tree. Super belay spot, well chillin. However the ants look rather not chillin and rather pissed. Best move on.

Deans on the money, ready for the off. Soon as Mr hear is out of site I'll move, ok sounds good. The guide book says four pitches but reckon we can push it through to two pitches. Deans up and out onto the rock, takes it straight through to the top without any issues. Must admit, pitch three is comfy so reckon the way we did it suited better. Would have taken ages as a four pitch, no need just dragging it out.