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Angus cranks while Lambton rolls another...the Lost Valley, Glen Coe


After the wet spitballs off Hurricane Gordon, the weather is finally cooling down and projects tremble at the thought of crisp cold autumn conditions. If your tendons last out and you've ramped up the power, this is the best time of year for the Scottish boulderer, as long as a little luck plays out before the nights draw in.

Daev Macleod shows how it's done on Pongo Direct

Wearing the duvet again is a sign that things are focusing away from the rambling circuit-style bouldering of summer towards the microscopic attentions to projects: that pinky isn't on properly... drag of the toe makes a difference there... tagged the hold for the tenth time...heel-toe finally sticks and undercut is gained (SHOCK it was easier than you thought!)...your arse is too far out, suck it in boy...GET ANGRY at it...YET MORE finger-tape surgery... spend one whole morning trawling hardware shops for the perfect brushes and broom extenders...you know you're in project time now...

John watson on Tim Palmer's power problem 'Manic Stupor' at Glen Lednock

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