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Old woods and suntan lotion…. but no Devil!

 

8th April 2011

The Dewerstone

Central Groove – HS 4B – Alt Lead
Leviathon – VS 4C – Lead
Climbers Club Direct – HVS 5Aa – Second

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According to something I read on the net (not always the most reliable source of ‘true’ information), “The Dewerstone, on the southern edge of Dartmoor is supposedly a favourite haunt of the Devil. With his pack of wisht hounds he would drive sinners to the edge of the cliff, never once touching them, where they would then fall onto the jagged rocks below.”

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Well, from my perspective the woods would be better described as stunning and mythical. A beautiful stream flowing through and sunlight beaming through the gaps in the trees does not make them threatening at all. And the climbing is amazing. This must go down as one of my favorite days. Three contrasting climbs, gradually building in intensity.

Bart, Chris and I turned up early and set about Central Groove straight away. This is an amazing line following the main groove and then breaking right for a final finish up an amazing corner. Unfortunately I forgot that the 1st belay point would be in the full sun and so I paid the price with a thorough ‘cooking’ on an exposed ledge. The views though made up for it, with a vista across the tops of the trees across and up the valley.

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The climb itself is slightly polished, but not so that you notice. It is so compelling with good gear throughout. Just complete fun climbing and one of the best routes I’ve done. Bart enjoyed himself as well – his first multi pitch route for a while, but he breezed up it as did Chris, who led the second pitch and the final corner/crack, which is the icing on the cake.

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Leviathon is a bit more committing. A tough Groove which I found best to bridge. More powerful and needs more thought, but fine at the grade with adequate pro. I loved it and I can understand why it makes it onto the list of top VS’s in the country. A little slip got my heart going and the final pull over on slopers made me nervous.

OK. Now Climbers Club Direct is a different kettle of fish. Many of the climbs at Dewerstone need jamming, but CCD needs lots of it. Nick did a brilliant job of leading it and made the initial crack look straight forward. Which it is, until you actually try to climb it. Chris joined my ‘keep trying’ club from the previous week. I struggled to work out the way to move up, but it boiled down to a small foothold and plenty of faith.

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For me though the suprise was the second pitch which turned ut to be exceptional. Given 4c in the book this is better thought of as 5b territory and very bold in places for the leader. A series of amazing jams and bridges got me up and a pitch I will not forget any time soon.

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So ended an exceptional day and all I want to do now is get back on the rock. Role on next FRiday.

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Growing old gracelessly

25 years ago when I started surfing there were a few ‘old boys’ who used to bang on about how surfing had changed since the new kids had arrived, bringing with them a bad attitude and no respect for the waves or their peers…. They were of course referring to me and my friends and we in time honoured fashion ignored them, regarding them as has beens and people who couldnt keep up with progress.

Well guess what? I’ve become one of those ‘old boys’.

Its strange how everything goes through cycles. Back then, I didnt understand what the problem was. There was plenty of room for everyone. Now, I do understand. Its not about the age difference….it’s about momentum. You see everything that you are used to being turned on its head.

Take for instance surf schools. When I started you taught yourself- the hard way, by making mistakes and almost drowning. I used heavy resin pop-out boards that could kill you as soon as look at you. Carrying them down to the sea was an act of heroism. Now, you get your hand held through the whole process, use soft foam boards and at the end of a lesson or two you are churned out, ready to surf. Then its straight down the shop for £500 worth of gear. Everyone has a new surfboard and wetsuit. It took me two years to get my first board and I surfed in a borrowed (very holey) wetsuit for that time.

Me, Dave and Alex at the north end

In a way I feel sorry for the new surfers. They will never have to go through the initiation that I and my colleagues had to take on. We are have been a tight group of friends who have lived and surfed together for 20 years and have grown to love our surroundings and understand how lucky we are. Unfortunately, we dont particularly like sharing it with so many others.

So now I’m one of the ‘old boys’ who bangs on about how good it used to be!