I didn’t drink last night. But you’ve got to do something, so Andy, Peter and I went climbing. There’s a little crag at the Chavant lake by my house. It was evening. There was no-one else around. It was lovely. The climbing is easy enough for me to lead it comfortably, get a top rope up on any of the routes and for the others to second it nice and safely with no chance of falling more than a metre or two. Hark at me. I sound like a flippin’ climber!

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