El Chorro '25
At 16 Wyresdale Road, rain was lashing against the window again. The sun had set long ago (current time 5pm), and I can't feel my hands from yet another bone chilling commute home. I haven't even climbed this month, with my last log being a freezing outing to Wolfhole on the 30th November where each toe became a little icicle - all the British rock is too cold, wet, or seepy to do any meaningful climbing in December (and no, bouldering isn't meaningful!). Feeling beyond hope, I pop the kettle on to try and tease some feeling back into my blue hands, but that's when it hits me! I'm off to El Chorro next week!! Of last year's squad, Tom and Chris had "ticked" El Chorro, feeling that they didn't have much to come back for, and Jonathan had to work on his dissertation over Christmas. As a result, only Sam and I were keen to go again this year, with Tom and Chris heading on the Brown family holiday to Siurana instead. Sam is an organisational beast and ...