With a period of poor weather approaching in the mountains it was time to swap skis for rock shoes and visit our backyard boulders. As usual at this time of year the feeling is one of being as weak as a kitten but its early days yet and I’m featherweight after 80 odd days in the mountains this winter so far. With the cooler weather, contact was perfect.
Afterwards we lit the BBQ and had a couple of beers and had the pleasure of meeting Philip’s 80 year old father who was visiting.
Philip in holiday mode after work.
Philip going for the one handed ascent holding a beer.
Beer landed safely.
How come no one told me I am sporting a mullet in the making. Time for a haircut!!
Always drink responsibly. Contrary to Scots thinking, beer does not qualify as part of a balanced diet as one of the five a day.