Ok, so I’ve not posted on here for what seems like an aeon. This is for several reasons. Primarily I seem to have lost the love recently, which mirrors the front end of the year in which I barely climbed for 3 months. secondly, I’ve been out of action for the last 6 or so weekends due to various stag do’s and weddings (including a memorable 3 days of guns, strippers, white water and zlotys in Poland) the result of which means I’m not only fat from too much booze (as the wii fit kindly pointed out), but I’m also weak as a weak thing. Anyway, in a bid to sort this out I had a free day on Saturday so decided to head up to Denham to get some problems I’ve had my eye on recently. Got the car loaded up, mat, chalk, tape, camera etc and set off on the road. At junction 6, it started raining, and as has been a feature of this summer it only got heavier. I thought I might be ok, as it didn’t seem too heavy, but on closer inspection the rock was sodden and the rain seemed to only be getting wors