I’m 63 now, so the concept that I ought to nonetheless be participating in “journey sports activities” is maybe just a little ridiculous. Nonetheless, mountain climbing has been a lot a part of my life for therefore lengthy that I nonetheless attempt to get out, typically for straightforward quick climbs on the gritstone cliffs close to my residence in Derbyshire. There are issues that I’ve completed in my youthful days that I’ve put behind me with out a lot remorse – I gained’t be climbing frozen waterfalls in New England once more, or winter climbing within the Lakes or Scotland. I do miss snowy mountains a bit, although I do know I’ll by no means be a severe alpinist. However there’s one number of cllmbing that I feel could be very particular, that I look again on with actual pleasure, and that I feel perhaps I ought to attempt to contain myself in as soon as once more, even when at a a lot decrease stage than earlier than. That’s mountain climbing on Britain’s sea-cliffs, a department of the pastime with its personal distinctive environment and set of calls for.
I began mountain climbing severely after I was 14 or so; at the moment it was my household’s behavior to spend each summer time in St Davids, Pembrokeshire, close to the place my mom had grown up. The shoreline of Pembrokeshire is spectacular – a succession of coves, headlands, and cliffs, pounded by the open Atlantic waves. On the time, the concept of climbing the cliffs of Pembrokeshire was in its infancy. Mountain climbing on the granite cliffs of Cornwall was well-established, and the counter-cultural climbing scene of North Wales had created onerous and severe routes on the sea-cliffs of Gogarth, on Anglesea. However what little climbing on the cliffs of Pembrokeshire was recorded in a slim guidebook by Colin Mortlock, revealed in 1974, not by the Climbers Membership or any of the institution sources of climbing info, however by an area publishing home extra related to postcards and wildlife guides than mountain climbing.
The primary ever guidebook to climbing in Pembrokeshire, by Colin Mortlock. Simply 150 pages lengthy (the present guidebook runs to five volumes), it usually failed within the fundamental operate of telling one the place the routes go (and, in a single or two circumstances, even the place the cliffs really are), however was a supply of nice inspiration. The duvet {photograph} is of Colin Mortlock himself climbing “Crimson Wall” at Porthclais.
My creativeness was seized by the duvet of this ebook, displaying Mortlock himself powering up a sheer, apparently overhanging, wall above a boiling sea. The route was known as “Crimson Wall”, and was graded “extreme” – that was the sort of climbing I needed to do. In 1977 I persuaded my college pal and climbing associate Mark Miller to return and stick with my household in Pembrokeshire so we may give this sea-cliff climbing enterprise a attempt.
Mark and I had been, by that point, moderately assured climbers as much as grades of extreme, with some stage of fundamental competence at rope work and safety, and in possession of the fundamental gear – ropes, harnesses, the nuts and slings that had been cutting-edge on the time. We studied the guidebook and seemed on the image. It seemed steep – however absolutely, if it had been that overhanging, the holds have to be good. We’d completed routes like that on the gritstone cliffs of Derbyshire, we thought – powerful routes for the grade, however inside our grasp.
However we’d misjudged it. The duvet image turned out to wildly tilted; it’s an off-vertical slab, perhaps 70 levels or so, blessed with good sharp, incut finger holds. We romped up it. Extreme? It will barely be V. Diff within the Peak District! However it stays one among my favorite routes – I’ve most likely completed it twenty instances since then. Few routes seize so fully the enjoyment of sea-cliff climbing at its friendliest, with easy accessibility to the bottom of the route, clear blue water sloshing gently under one’s toes, lichen and rock samphire on lovely pink rock, footholds and handholds in all the correct locations.
Mark and I obtained higher and extra skilled at climbing. By the point we left college I used to be a assured chief of climbs VS in grade, tentatively attempting issues that had been a bit more durable. Mark had by drive of will transformed himself into an excessive chief, with a specialism in daring, protection-less slabs. In the summertime earlier than I went to College, in 1980, we persuaded a comparatively new pal, Peter Carter, to return with us to Cornwall and Devon. Or, extra precisely, we persuaded Peter to take us there – lately discharged from the Royal Marines, he had the distinctive asset of proudly owning, and realizing the way to drive, a small van.
Our journey began on the very tip of Cornwall – on the granite cliffs of West Penwith. We did some high-quality climbs on the standard cliffs of stable granite, like Bosigran and Chair Ladder. However it was on the return journey that our sea-cliff horizons had been really expanded. A bleak headland close to the north coast village of St Agnes is understood to climbers as Carn Gowla, with 300 foot cliffs falling vertically into the deep sea.
The route we selected was a HVS known as Mercury. The primary drawback is attending to the bottom of the route – the one approach was to abseil. We tied two 150ft 9 mm ropes collectively, anchored them to a superb thread within the slope above the groove, and set off down. On the backside, a ledge about twenty toes above the waves, there’s an enormous sense of dedication – the simplest approach out is the route Mercury, all 270 ft of it. Ultimately, the technical difficulties weren’t past us, although the publicity, dedication, and the doubtful, vegetated rock had been very removed from the pleasant crags of the Peak District.
One other spotlight of that journey was my first encounter with the spectacular surroundings on the stretch of coast north from Bude to Hartland. Referred to as the Culm Coast, it’s composed of thinly bedded sandstones and shales which were dramatically folded, after which sliced abruptly by the ocean. Not solely is it essentially the most dramatic coastal surroundings in England, it additionally offers a wide range of nice climbs, starting from quick and stable sea-washed slabs to 400 foot climbs, virtually of mountain scale, on rock whose solidity is just not above suspicion. I’ve returned to it many times.
There’s one thing uniquely memorable, I feel, about sea cliff climbs, and even many years on I vividly keep in mind the climbs and the folks I did with them with. On the Culm Coast there’s a 400 ft climb known as Wrecker’s Slab. The primary time I did it was with my school pal Jonathan Sharp, I feel just some months earlier than he tragically died within the Alps. It wasn’t onerous, however its scale and looseness gave it fairly a repute, well-deserved.
In Pembrokeshire, amongst the cliffs north of St Davids, Trwyn Llwyd is a wonderful buttress of stable gabbro. I did Barad with Sean Smith; its crux felt like a VS gritstone jamming crack – 200 toes straight above the ocean. Craig Coetan is a a lot simpler crag, above just a little inlet which attracts curious seals. In my teenage years I explored these mild slabs with my father.
Again within the Culm coast, the toughest route I did was with my previous and far missed pal, the late Mark Miller. Blackchurch is a crag with a sinister environment that totally lives as much as its identify; Archtempter is likely one of the classics of the principle cliff – a hovering groove line now graded E3. Mark did the primary pitch, skinny and free, and I led the widening crack above by way of an overhang. On the prime, we thus far forgot ourselves to shake palms.
Blackchurch, North Devon. The plain groove is the road of “Archtempter”; the (simply seen) climbers are Mark Miller on the midway stance, and above him the writer, nearly to enter the overhanging part. It’s not an excellent picture, nevertheless it does convey one thing of the demonic environment of this crag.
On the lookout for new routes offers one other, exploratory dimension to sea-cliff climbing; I had many memorable journeys with Brian Davison, who believed that the aim of information books was to let you know the place to not climb. Within the Lleyn Peninsula, we did one of many earliest routes up Craig Dorys; we known as it “Error of Judgement”. Because the guidebook says: “It definitely was, an appallingly free line”.
In North Pembrokeshire Penbwchdy is an extended headland with a long term of massive, vegetated cliffs. I’d been there with Jonathan Sharp however didn’t rise up something – we’d scrambled down a grassy slope, completed a 150 ft abseil to sea stage to seek out our approach ahead was to cross a deep however slim inlet on the stays of a wrecked ship. Not relishing the concept of balancing throughout on an previous propeller shaft, over which waves had been breaking, we went again the way in which we got here.
The nice pioneer of sea-cliff climbing, Pat Littlejohn, had a completed a route on the far finish of Penbwchdy, on a bit of cliff he known as New World Wall, accessed by an extended low-tide sea stage traverse after the shipwreck crossing that Jonathan and I had balked at. Carried out in 1974, I believe Terranova, because the route was known as, hadn’t had a variety of repeats, given the awkward strategy. However Brian and I later discovered one other approach right down to New World Wall, with some cautious route discovering and a ultimate scramble. Brian led a brand new route up this, which he known as “New Daybreak Fades”, at E4, a superb onsight lead up a steep groove.
The perfect new route I ever did was on the sandstone cliffs south of St Davids, a few miles east of Porthclais. A pamphlet describing new routes reported a brand new crag on the headland close to Caerfai, with a HVS known as “Amorican”, now a traditional and sometimes repeated route. I kicked myself – I’d walked previous that crag innumerable instances however by no means observed its potential. However to the correct of the crack of Amorican is a sweeping concave slab of sandstone, unclimbed in 1984. Climbing with Mary Rack, I discovered a circuitous line; a skinny sloping crack demanded 20 ft of intricate and exact footwork, with solely tiny holds for the palms. I known as it “Unsure Smile”.
Sea cliff climbing undoubtedly has extra hazard than the landward selection – free rock, tidal situations, large waves. One expertise in Cornwall was the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to dying. My climbing associate was José Luis Bermudez; we had been staying on the Climbers Membership hut at Bosigran, the place I keep in mind being hubristically superior, as skilled climbers and profitable younger teachers, to the occasion of college college students we had been sharing the hut with.
The following day we went to Fox Promontory, a barely obscure granite headland on the south aspect of the West Penwith peninsula. We scrambled down above the March seas to a sloping platform, perhaps 20 toes above the extent of the ocean. However freak waves do exist; I keep in mind seeing a wall of water coming in the direction of me, then an enormous weight knocking me down and dragging me downwards throughout the tough granite. José had been on a better stage than me, I felt him seize me as I got here to a cease a number of toes above the ocean. We hastened to climb out, me soaking moist, practically hypothermic by the point we obtained to the highest of the route, with the entire of the entrance of my physique grazed and bloody, feeling like I had been dragged throughout a cheese-grater.
Sooner or later in my 30s I realised I didn’t any extra have the bottle to do large severe sea-cliff routes any extra. One memorable day trip with Brian Davison most likely confirmed this; he had his eye on an unclimbed sea-stack near Fishguard – Needle Rock. However to get to it we needed to unravel a 200 foot cliff, additionally unclimbed. We abseiled so far as a 150 rope would take us. We needed to descend the final 50 ft utilizing the ropes we had been going to climb with, so once we obtained to the hole between the cliff and the needle we needed to pull them down after us. Now we needed to rise up the sea-stack and down once more earlier than the route again to the principle cliff was minimize off by the tide, after which discover a new route on-sight to get again up the mainland cliff.
Ultimately it was high-quality – Brian led a superb route up the sea-stack, which he named “For sure”. And there was a comparatively easy route up the principle cliff to be discovered, at about VS in grade. Brian is a wonderfully robust and resourceful climber; there may be no-one I might belief extra to get out of a sticky state of affairs, and there actually was nothing to fret about, however I may really feel myself dropping my cool and succumbing to nervousness and concern.
I feel these routes had been just about the final severe, excessive routes I’ve completed on sea-cliffs. However sea-cliff climbing doesn’t at all times must be like that. There may be nonetheless pleasure available in mild routes above quiet seas. And there’s no higher instance of that than the route I began this piece with, Crimson Wall at Porthclais, nonetheless one among my favorite routes wherever.
The gentler aspect of sea-cliff climbing. The writer on his umpteenth ascent of Crimson Wall, Porthclais, close to St David’s; this image offers a way more correct sense of the character of the route than the duvet image of the Mortlock information!