This is what is known as a training route today, basically to see how fit/unfit the new man this week, Alex, will prove to be and therefore how much of a liability from Owain's H&S perspective.
We reach the bottom of a superb rock ridge; just about the same time there are shouts probably in french from another party of climbers way above.
It is raining stones; Alex and I take cover close to the rock in exactly the same attitude as Tom Hanks in the opening scene of 'Saving Private Ryan'.
I have to put my faith in a plastic crash helmet rather than a steel one, for that second I'm not sure if we're expecting pebbles or boulders here?
No comments:
Post a Comment