Go through the mountains, crest a rise topping out Crimea Pass, then drop 13% steep, am millitar for ¼ of a mile, but don’t expect all visions of Snowdonia to guarantee serenity. You could for instance wake up in Blaenau Ffestiniog engulfed by Trollenberg Terror cloud cover and, if unfamiliar with drizzle grey surroundings, be... Continue Reading →
When cliffs below 100ft high were considered boulder problems – a letter from Edward Birch
Sept 1968, I think it was. We were staying at Baudy Mawr (Rucksack Club hut) in the Pass, and the weather being bad, we opted for the Moelwyns. Our intention was to have a go at Space Beneath My Feet. On arrival at the foot of the route I found it to be streaming with... Continue Reading →
The View from Planet Gest, Martin Crook
“A great experience awaited us and one which forever set at rest any doubt which we could have had as to the wonders so near us” Conan Doyle, The Lost World Around half past two on a late August afternoon, Mel Griffiths and I having brewed up outside Erics café generally dismissing roped climbing activity... Continue Reading →
Gist Ddu, Martin Crook
Martin and the gang receive some unexpected help on their quest!
The Hurt Locker and The Replicant, Martin Crook
Sometimes, bouldering can quite literally almost blow you away...
Welcome to the Lledr Dome, Martin Crook
Somewhere between Akinari Vedas tales of a pale mysterious moon after rain, and Von Ryans express lies the Lledr. That is not literally so hardly matters. Miss the train from Roman Bridge to Llandudno Junction on a misty November night and, well, tell me about it! Maybe your car’s parked in Dolwyddelan, so walk... Continue Reading →
Hylldrem Ap Feddw: Essay by Martin Crook
I'm not George Orwell, just a boulderer about to be videoed on a phone.
Supercollidor, an essay by Martin Crook
Within a minute, I developed hiraeth for this top dollar excursion, a kind of pump at first sight, which would not, by any stretch Armstrong of the imagination, be easily won.