It’s the annual village raft race this afternoon. In a slight fit of insanity I agreed to run half of the safety cover for it. Of course, that means the day is now hot and sunny, perfect climbing weather – I even have a place to go climbing that has 26 short climbs that I want to do. It’s really funny reading descriptions for six metre climbs when you’re used to climbing 60-70m multipitch routes. Reading things like “the climb starts out on hard ground, getting progressively easier towards the top” makes sense on a long climb. On a short climb I can probably reach over the ‘hard’ bits. I’m trying to contact Angus, which isn’t so simple since the bugger keeps turning his phone off. If I can ever get through to him I’ll try and go climbing tomorrow.

Anyway, the raft race could be funny. Drunken people on home-made rafts… I’ll get lots of practice at pulling people out the water anyway. I’m taking my camera.