At the moment I’m fascinated by the movement of time.
And as the trip to Canada comes to an end it’s quite fitting that the last route was Nemesis, an ice-climb I climbed first with Dave Hunter in 2003 and at a time when Greg, who I climbed Nemesis with on this trip, was only twelve years old.
With each placement, pick into hard frozen, the ten previous years splintered. Shards – some clear, some smoked, some big, some small – splattered and flew to the snow at the base of the climb.
And what have I done in those ten years? Where will the next ten years lead?
I climbed Nemesis with Dave Hunter in March 2003, and it was later that year I left the Prison Service to become a writer and full time climber.
I have not seen Dave since. I wonder where he is and what he is doing with his life.
Time moves. Seasons change. Waves and tides turn.
The night turns to day, temperatures rise and fall. Water drips, freezes, drips and freezes.
And with the forming of ice, people will climb it in whatever form it makes that year.
Sometimes it will form easy to climb. Sometimes it will form thin, brittle, chandeliered and stringy. It will be difficult to protect and difficult to climb, it will be difficult to see yourself ‘up there’.
But hopefully, the ice will continue to grow.