Abject Failure and Grouse Attacks
A day where everything went wrong and we were met with total failure. The saving grace? No one got hurt. We laughed ourselves silly, walked away through a combination of luck, good decisions and meagre grouse defence skills and we still got to climb some great routes at a great crag with some great people. It might have been a day of abject failure, but as failure goes, this was pretty good.
Getting Old
I’m 33 years old. That isn’t old.
But some days I feel old and those days are happening more and more frequently.
There’s two types of age in my mind — physical and mental. You physically get older, it’s unavoidable. Mentally, at some point you become an adult and to me, that means doing what society tells you people your age are supposed to do. If that’s what you genuinely want, awesome, but if not, it seems stupid.
