In reply to KeithW:
In the early 70's my sister and I started to show an interest in climbing and my Dad (who'd given up when we were born) went on a guiding course with Pete to learn about nylon ropes, hemp waist lines and other new fashions.
My Dad was one of the Uk's senior archaeologists and he got Pete interested in the subject. Pete, who was always an all-or-nothing enthusiast, dropped climbing for a degree and susbsequent career in archaeology.
I spent summers as a young teenager "babysitting" his kids at their home in Deiniolen. It was quite an eye-opener. The Byronesque Jim Perrin spent time there hiding from the police and angry women.. He emerged to take me up Cloggy and play "let's go continental" with Al Harris.
Crew gave me his trademark white oiled wool sweater, early chest harness and the boots in which he climbed the Boldest, all of which I wore with pride for some time but have sadly now lost.