Where in Provence are we?…
Okay, it’s a trick question of course, and the title is a bit of a giveaway, but Beeston is one of the few bits of British limestone that the French would actually bother climbing on. The outstanding pockety nature of the rock offers abundant holds and holes, which can be threaded for bomber gear. It would be a such a crime if bolts were deployed more widely here, as fiddling in the recalcitrant threads is half of the fun.
It’s a reflection of the summer we’ve had that the normal approach from the farm across the river was impassable; the stepping stones being completely submerged when often there’s no sign of any water in the riverbed at all. No big drama to park on the other side and approach from above, and it saves the parking fee (now a pound! I remember it being 20p b.i.t.d. ;-))
Helen and I just had a short visit, pocket-pulling our way up the trio of outstanding E1/2s that breach the wall beneath Ivy Gash: Pocket Symphony, Deaf Dove and Evensong. Fabulous climbing immersed in the bucolic beauty of the Manifold Valley.
… Followed by a pint at The Pike on the way home. Perhaps the French quarantine isn’t the end of the world, after all.