Fluff

Malham Cove Its been a while since I last wrote one of these, because it seemed to me that what I was doing with my climbing wasn’t that interesting (if it ever was!). In the first month I was in Leeds, I spent probably over £100 in fuel driving to and from Malham. The vast majority of that time I spent either warming up, resting, or hanging off one of the four bolts on Raindogs. It was a fairly big change to how I’ve always climbed; a trad climber at heart, I’ve always preferred to ‘get some mileage in,’ do as many routes as I could in a day. The concept of leaving the crag without having done a single route was anathema to me. But Malham was a big reason for moving up here. I absolutely love it there and recognised that I wouldn’t really mind projecting something there because its such a nice place to be. The river bubbling up from below, the sense of community on the Catwalk, the ubiquitous polish- and of course, the predictable, ever-dry conditions.  I wanted to...