Well, there isn't much to report today I'm affraid. It's sort of dark and cloudy here and I'm not that inspired at the moment. We decided to take a rest day yesterday because James Pearson and John Dunne were coming up to party with us today. Unfortunately they won't be able to make it, plans change, unexpected things happen, so we'll be going out just the two of us (like the song). Perhaps we can meet up with them another time, maybe next week. I grew up readng about Dunne, so climbing with him would be a total gas, I'll never forget the first time I saw a picture of Divided Years. Paul is also away today so the crew is rather small. Just means more leg room in the car then.
Something I failed to mention before, but on my last effort on Rhapsody, I grabbed the crux hold and yelled 'take', as I do. When the rope came tight I pulled up hard on the holds one last time to reduce stretch when I sagged onto it. This action caused my ring finger (right hand) to pop. Loudly. Now, I have injured fingers before in the past, but there was no pain following this loud "pop" and there is still no pain today. Of course I've been too affraid to pull on anything yet, but there was no swelling or aching. Has this ever happened to someone? By the sound of it, I thought for sure it was something very serious, but like I said no pain, not yet anyhow.
In other news I decided it was time to cut my hair, I'm not Scottish, (half Irish) but I seen a few fellows running around with a strange sort of punk hair style and decided I would giver-a-hack. My initial reaction was to fix it and cut off all the rest, however one friend told me it was suitable, so I let it stick around for the day and guess what, it grew on me. So, here I am in Edinburgh with a short and spiky on top, long and furly in the back and shaved on the sides, all's I need now is a football jersey and some tight jeans. I must brew some coffee, afternoons just aren't the same without it. Cheers and happy climbing to all.