Recently I went for my first ever time climbing on “Gods own rock” aka Grit ( and my first bouldering trip) with Alex James a very good friend who is a great climber. We parked the car at the campsite and walked up to Staneage filled with excitement, of what the day would bring. We got to the boulders and it was packed so many people there climbing on all these classics. At first, I felt a bit intimidated by all these climbers and I didn’t want them to see me fall off the easy warm ups (ego getting in the way), but I got over myself and did the warm ups then moved onto the main objective of the trip which was Deliverance (7b+). This boulder had always looked awesome to me but I had never come up to try it but finally, I was there. There where some locals trying it so we joined them and watched carefully for precious beta. I got on it with an idea of what to do and got to the last move of the problem a big move to the lip of the boulder ( see picture). I wasn’t sure how to do the last move but then was showed a precious foot that would help to propel me to victory. So on my next go, I got to the last move put my foot and this terrible smear and went for it, and to my surprise latched the to and topped out! This was a real surprise especially as it is a very classic boulder that many people better than me have taken much longer to do.
After this success, we moved on to Green traverse (7a) another classic after 2 failed attempts for having very little hip flexibility after sitting in the car for so long, I sent that too and started to look for any more classics I could tick off before the light left us. We went to try this 7b ( don’t know the name) in the same area and got a bit shut down on the last move over and over again and then before we knew it, it was dark and all our skin was gone, So we retreated to the pub.
After a restless night of sleeping on the cold hard floor of our tent, Alex and I woke ready for another day of climbing. We had a very! and I mean VERY uninspiring breakfast of cheap and nasty cold sausage roll’s and orange juice to prepare us for the morning of climbing.
We arrived at the boulders desperate to get warm and try some harder boulders, so we warmed up on a 6b and then moved to brad pit and the storm neither of which were very successful, I think we underestimated how much skin the day before had taken as even strapping on our shoes was painful, let alone climbing! So we retreated to some easy soloing in the sun and then drove the long way home. All in all a great trip with great company, and I can finally say I’m not a “Grit Virgin”