Sometimes, bouldering can quite literally almost blow you away...
The Hurt Locker and The Replicant, Martin Crook
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.
