Just before the end of May, eldest son Mark and I, plus my Dad, drove up to Windgather Rocks in Cheshire, to meet a friend from Yorkshire. The purpose of the day was for Mark to give that friend a climbing lesson.
Meet Sacristan, a friend with a very real fear of heights; someone who has been known to freeze up completely when walking close to an edge.
But also, someone determined to lay to rest a few ghosts by completing a climb to the top of a crag.
I'd say he did pretty well, wouldn't you?
I even think I see the hint of a smile!
Four routes climbed in all; gradually increasing in height!
Good job :)