In this article, that was originally entered for the UKC Mountain Literature Writing Competition,
Marc C explores the strong emotional bond between those who have shared a rope.
"I hadn’t seen the straw-textured hawser rope for nearly 40 years, and, as my hands gathered in its rough texture, the memories locked in the rope’s twisted strands seeped out... my Dad shouting up at me – “Not like that, you cack-handed clod!”, and my own tremulous voice imploring “I don’t like it, Dad!”.
Read more at http://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/page.php?id=1321