Winter 25/26: The curse of the weekend warrior
Post expedition blues On coming back from Peru I wanted to make the most of my freedom. I went to north wales for a week with Bri and enjoyed a lot of roadside cragging. Afterwards I went to Lost Village to engage in some mindless hedonism which was a welcome change to the hard but satisfying work of climbing. As an aside, high altitude mountaineering is great training for festivals - no sleep, little food, all day on your legs - maybe it goes the other way too! However the come down made me realise I was well and truly spent. I went home and spent the next three weeks immobile from my couch. Afterwards, I settled into work nicely and was able to start indoor climbing consistently for the first time ever, as well as getting regular weekend trips to the Peak District. I tried to lead my first HVS, Great North Road, but couldn’t commit to first crux. I tried to lead my second HVS, Meringue, but couldn’t commit to the first crux. Looking towards Llanberis from the top of the ‘T...