Just like the music of Noah and the Whale, Craigmore has been missing from my life until recently.
Some in my situation would be saddened by the amount of time spent not at Craigmore, and not listening to noah and the whale. But the sun is shining, the clocks have changed to summer time, I've had my haircut and done some laundry. I can live with it.
Testament to the waned interest in climbing blogs in Scotland (or perhaps my blog in particular), not one person wanted the guidebooks offered in a previous blog post. That's ok, luckily I have contacts outside the so-called "blogosphere", meaning I could relieve my slightly suspect bookshelves (let's just say they wouldn't have survived the past few days in Japan) of their presence by leaving them at the door of a climbing particle physist (yes, I was just as surprised at their existence as they were at the existence of the muon - the "Who ordered that?" particle) rather like an unwanted child in a wicker basket.
Anyway, here's a video of the dyno I blogged about last time.
Even as I wrote that last blog, optimistically calling an end to hiberation, I suspected winter wasn't through. Today, my hunch has been proved right, with disgusting wet slugs of sleet being blown into people faces as they walk by my window. I braved the weather briefly to pick up some dry cleaning, and I'm reasonably sure it's time to begin hibernating once again. Lamentably, I never actually wrote that winter would be back so can't technically say I told you so.
One final thing, stirring optimism once again (but this time I'm including the suspicion that it'll rain the whole time), is that I've booked a weeks trip to Huesca, Spain to visit Danny over Easter. Should be excellent; I really hope it is!
