For the first time in a long time I’m mourning the end of winter months and the onset of warmer weather. As a committed sport climber the sweet smell of lower-offs should be wafting up my nostrils now that just about all the (usually) seepage-ridden limestone crags are dry. And I am psyched by the lime as my earlier blog about Malham will attest. True be told though, I’m still hankering after one more grit tick; not any old grit tick mind, one that’s been on my list for a while…   more »