Dont stop me now

I thought I would be one of those people who post regularly but it seems that time flies by when you're busy. We are still in the process of moving, just have the final push tomorrow where we have to clean like mofos. I tell ya this time next year we will be millionaires.





Had a good couple of days, the crazy Frenchman was over and we made our way to Portrane and got there a little late. We did manage to get some stuff done before the tide came up too high. Pierre tried the direct start to Xmen which involved some pretty hardcore heel hooking action, I set my sights on Spiderman, the Michael O'Dwyer test piece. The tide had lowered the gravel line quite a lot so it took me a while to sort out the start as it's a pretty minging couple of under cuts up to a slopey polished pinch to a 2 finger hole then a lash for the top. After what can only be described as a multitude of attempts I finally held the pinch and climbed the rest. Pretty pleased with myself as last time I looked at it it seemed impossible. We then saunter off to ground zero where Pierre gave me a lecture, sorry lesson ;), on cleaning the chalk off of holds. Had a couple of plays on some Cooper/Pierre eliminate problems then tottered off home.



I fell asleep on the key board at this point and it has been a week since I have been near the laptop. The move went OK and we are out in Howth now. By the end of the marathon cleaning session on Sunday (Ann started at 7am and I started at a more sedate 8) I was getting pretty stressed, my usual release of exercise having been taken a way from me. Ann got angry, well she told me to go pick up my bike and grow up! So I now have a fairly sweet newish bike. I loaded up the final car load wedged Ann in the driving seat with the chili plant by her feet and decided to cycle in the rain. (Ann here, better known as spell checker! I would just like to point out that Tim did not wedge me into the car like some kind of elephant, I sat in gracefully to a small space!!) I hammered it to Howth, really went for the burn and it was pissing down. I had no jacket as we couldn't remember where I had packed it so I was in shorts and a t-shirt. As I neared Howth I wondered if I would cycle the easy way or over the summit. I went for the summit as cycling to Howth then going the easy way seems a bit like sleeping with a drunk woman - a bit of a hollow victory!



I'll post more when I'm a bit settled