squint

I look hard into the wind driven snow, a grey white depthless landscape. On the same day I look inside my Dad’s old glove, I couldn’t see much in there either.

website shop

Wooden climbing holds – Hand carved. You can find the shop on the menu or click here https://andywhall.com/wooden-training-climbing-holds/ The holds are ideal for training boards – the smoother texture is more skin friendly than conventional resin holds but also requires greater tension which contributes to more productive training. They are also significantly better for training…

closed

The world lockdowns, the countryside goes quiet, the animals become bolder, the birds seem to sing louder.

The recalcitrant

With some spare time on my hands, well a little bit of time, a new baby tends to suck most of the time away. I decided to make an attempt to think about my climbing, with as much of an objective perspective as possible. I have two very similar tendencies or preferences if you wish….

Goodbye

So I moved to France as a EU citizen in 2017, made a family, got married, and had a baby. As a family it will now be very difficult, maybe impossible to contemplate the idea of moving back to the UK. Family members from the UK and friends will now only be able to visit,…

down by the river

Down by the river. A large mouse crawls out of the undergrowth oblivious to my presence as I sit motionless. Over the summer spiders have colonised the cracks and holes in the rock, brambles and ferns hang over the lip of the boulder. Out of the half dozen or so moves that I tried I couldn’t…

Being and Time

With temperatures in the high 30’s, the chickens didn’t seem very interested in a reading of Heidegger. I waited in vain for five mins before going of to look for them in the trees and long grass. I guess they prefer Satre.