moved on the others needed food and were clearly not capable of taking things as far as we intended.

We arrived at the Piano Bar already in an effervescent state ready to take whatever overpriced beverages they had to offer. The place was packed, a real Saturday night joint and what's more they had a piano….It was a large Elton John affair which apparently acted as an alternative dance floor for any ladies who wished make themselves public. Hours of fun.

By the time we were ready to leave I had apparently ended up in the gutter outside, but would never swear to this being the truth. Somehow we then proceeded unsteadily towards the Indian, appropriately enough called the Ganga, though we were never offered any. Once seated at the table the drink began to take hold and I realised that total mental and physical collapse was now inevitable, the others however were still going strong. I just about made it through the meal and even managed to get the waiter to pack it up as a take away. We then hailed a taxi and were driven back to the safety of our tents.


On Ilkley Moor bar-snack.…rain and celebrity appearances.

The next day was slow and groggy, on top of the previous nights excitement when I finally woke I found Alec asleep. He had apparently felt hot in the night and had to sleep in the fresh air.

We made our way en masse to Ilkley where we had a greasy breakfast at a nice little café, which seemed to have a different waitress for every order. The weather was not as good as the day before and but we eventually made our way to Ilkley quarry where we would think about doing some climbing. My self and Adrian went to The Cow first to drool over New Statesman and see if we could get off the ground. Drooling was all we managed. We settled instead for A climb, a severe that we did wrong. I struggled on just about all of it most notably the horizontal traverse in the middle and the off-width finish. I opted to take the traverse on my stomach which proved to be horrendously difficult, but at the same time amusing for the punters on the ground.  After much swearing I topped out, only to have another hold up while Adrian tried to rescue £50 worth of flexible protection from it's lodging in the bottom of the crack.

That done, we wandered back to the car park where