When Dave offered to introduce club members rock climbing it was too good an opportunity to miss, so Steve and I set off to meet everyone in Hull at Rock city.  After kitting up in  a harness that would have confused a seasoned husky we donned climbing shoes, I have never ever ever worn something I was so glad to get off my feet by the end of the evening, having said that they don’t half stick to any surface.  Dave showed us how to rope up, knots are not my or Steve’s forte so lots of attention paid to this, I must say Dave was superb in both teaching us and then ensuring we didn’t manage to kill each other by not belaying properly.

The climbing was a real buzz, we started on level 4d, pick a colour and climb the knobbles, the hardest part was putting faith in your buddy on the belay line and letting yourself fall off once you’d got to the top (no idea why I bothered gripping the rope as that would plummet to earth at exactly the same rate as the rest of me if Steve didn’t remember what he’d been taught).