The Summer Without End Just Ended

Zuri - Catzilla, and regular morning visitor

Nine weeks in the UK passed as all things do - we enjoyed the time visiting our respective mums, climbing in the Peak with friends old and new, as well as getting some good walks in. The weather was pretty amazing - unrelentingly hot for almost the whole period we were home - for the climbing we had to seek out shade almost every day.

Colin Hughes - Zapple HVS 5b

Several local cats called in everyday - which is always a treat for us. We hoped that their owners didn't worry too much because they were 'off their food' when they returned home - oops.
When you are only home for two months out of twelve there are the inevitable visits to doctors, dentists and garages etc. - to get checked, tested, mended and patched with the aim of getting back on the road.

Les Chasseron: 5171'

Sherri's knee has been bothering her for about 10 months - amazingly she managed to see a doctor, get x-rays, see a surgeon, get a MRI scan, see the surgeon again, see a physio and start exercises all in the space of three weeks - so far the Cortisone and exercise appear to be working - fingers crossed.

I also managed to buy a new car and new camera - also inevitable some cynics would say - then it was off again. We sailed Hull to Zeebrugge, spent a day in central France then a few days in Pontarlier - 18 routes and an excellent ridge-walk so far. Tomorrow we head for Switzerland and Saas Grund - snow is forecast - well it is August!!!!

Fabulous Fjordland

Isn't it strange how you forget? After several superb summers in Lofoten we decided to break the journey south with a couple of days in Aurland, in the heart of the fjords. We had forgotten what a majestic part of the World this is, the aquamarine fjords pinned between high tops already sprinkled with the first snow of the season.
The area was still quite busy compared to the north, especially considering September is just around the corner, but the steady steam of coaches, camper-wagons and cruise-ships make you realise that we are back in the heart of Tourist Territory!
Highlights were an amazing glass-fronted viewpoint (above) and a short walk to a modest summit (4670') overlooking the old mountain road, the car thermometer read a steady zero degrees!

Wet, wet, wet.

The two weeks of grey weather followed by the wettest June ever (wettest MONTH ever according one report) have stopped me getting back up north for the final bits of checking. Grabbing the odd day in the Peak has had to do, though at least I have all the shots I need for the new guide.

Today was the wettest yet, it rained from dawn to dusk, sometimes light, sometimes heavy - but it kept on coming. News reports suggested chaos in downtown Sheffield so at 5:00 we decided to pop to the park to see what was happening - impressive stuff!
I returned a couple of days for a look to compare what had happened and the place was back to normal! The solitary silver birch is a useful reference point. All clear at our end of town but it still sounds rough in the lower Don valley and further down stream - ans there is more rain on the way.

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