In reply to robate:
My pal and I had just started climbing and we were told that Shepherd's was a good crag to learn on so off we went, shiny gear dangling aplenty. Feeling like I was now a member of a club I watched in horror as this old man came shuffling along the bottom of the crag, I wasn't ready to climb while somebody was watching, even if it was an auld geezer. I thought it was an old guy who'd come up for a look at all these "athletes" engaged in this rock climbing malarkey and he wanted a closer look. A little while later, whilst slapping furiously at some Hard Severe and thinking I was going to die, I turned for one last look at the world and this old guy was floating up a climb far harder than that we were on, I knew because to go with all the shiny gear we had the guidebook brand new and well thumbed in our possession. His composure and the effortless way that he moved up the cliff face made me realise that this auld geezer knew what he was about. My shock at this made me forget I was going to die and I completed the climb. Many of you will know who I'm talking about.....it was Ray McHaffie. Later, whilst breathing deeply and trying to drink and not fear the next climb, I noticed the huge forearms. So the next time I saw someone in flannel trousers and an old jersey with white hair I didn't think that this was some auld duffer, I wanted to hear his stories.
Tom