Evening climbing

I plucked up the courage to go and join the Oreads at Birchen Edge in the Peak District this evening, and I'm so glad I did.  I'd been putting it off a bit because I felt that they'd be better at climbing than I am.... and they are, but so what. They're bound to be really, I've only been at it for just about a year.  Some great help, particularly when a long-standing member held my foot in a small, slippery pocket until I could stand up properly and put some weight on it so it stuck, and I also had great encouragement and advice on doing the crux move on another route... but I just couldn't do it, I was tired and it wasn't doing my shoulder any good.  I should've stuck with my original decision to sit and rest with a cuppa, but no, I had to say that I'd have a go!  The extra shows that particular member completing that move... he could reach the holds, but of course there was more to it than that.

Anyway, I shall definitely be going to Wednesday Evening Climbing again, it's worth the hour drive each way, even though the gritstone and the midges were biting!