Fresh from Pembroke the LMC stands ready to put its skills to the test on an even greater stage. This post has been hastily copied from the last Glen meet which was unfortunately cancelled.
There's some risk of rain tomorrow afternoon but the weather has been so hot and dry over this weekend, and the air is so warm, and the crag so fast drying that nothing but a very late rainstorm will be able to stop us (he says, after having to cancel the last three Glen meets to bad weather).
Within the woodland flow'ry gladed
By the oak tree's mossy root
The shining grass blade timber shaded
Now do quiver on the foot
And birds do whistle overhead
And water's bubbling in its bed
And there for me the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea.
Yes, my friends, my jolly friends, it is time. Time to leave the earthly world above behind and slip down into the sylvan pool of Shipley Glen. Down there, time stands still. The urban world above is muted, and the sound of birds and the wind sighing through the treetops comes into a sharp focus.
Guarding the rim of this paradise, serving as a portal between worlds, is the crag. You'll have precious little need for the usual jingly-jangly bits — the ropes, the harnesses, the wires that claw and scratch at the skin of the rock. Leave them at home; but bring all the bouldering mats you can and we'll share them around.
I'll wait to see who will be joining me on this trip of transcendance and suggest a meeting spot accordingly. Wherever we end up, the parking is here:
https://goo.gl/maps/b8RgFJMoCGYuPFdW9
The crag is a quick drier, so it's very unlikely that we'll need to cancel or move this meet, even if it rains in the early afternoon. Watch this space closer to the time for a final weather report.
When dusk falls and the world turns quiet we will respectfully withdraw to The Old Glen House and endeavour to make it less so.