Climbing

At long last, the old folks got themselves trained in climbing. They made the effort, booked the lessons, found a mug friend to look after me and got qualified to take me climbing. Dad was looking forward to it and he promised to withhold housekeeping if Mum didn't come along to hold his rope. I think she considered "accidentally" letting go a few times but realised it'd be difficult to find someone who could make her cup of tea so well.

After their first climb, Mum was more sure this was a mistake but she insisted on battling through. She was only there to learn to belay so that we could all go climbing and she would be able to hold the rope for Dad until I get big enough to do it - however, given the rate I grow (up the way) and the rate Dad grows (out the way), that might be a while! After their second climb, Mum was wondering how many more they'd make her do. After the third climb, Mum was thinking it wasn't so bad and by the fourth climb she was eyeing up the lead-climbing wall. She was hooked!

So the following Saturday, after diving, we stopped back into Ratho to do a bit of climbing as a family. I'd been recently for a friend's birthday party and I was one of only two kids that had made it to the top of the wall so I feeling pretty confident.

As it turns out though, climbing might not be for me. I really like climbing on the boulders that don't go very high and where I don't need a harness but the wall turned out to be pretty scary. Maybe it's Mum and Dad? I've done it several times with professionals but with Mum and Dad it seems much more scary. Maybe we'll need to work up to it...