In reply to Ciderslider:
Hey, we're all total punters. And it is all about the journey (it gets you to some distinctly odd places, though!)
Yep, would be good to do stuff in the Ruckle. Went up to Wye with your neighbour, Curly, last week. He's gone to the grit, this weekend. He said you'd become 'El Hombre' at the local wall (cue background music, 'A Fistful of Dollars'!)
Given you're so close to the dreaded Southern Sandstone, I wouldn't neglect it. While it's fashionable to sneer (and I do!), the bottom line is that it turns out technical genius. From the 1960s to now, I can think of guys like Clive Wray, Dave (Wino) Griffiths, Rob Kennard, James Dunlop, all with killer technique. Once you've got your head round 5b on SS being nearly 6a in Wales, the rest is easy. ("Pull!")
Told Curly he should aim for Cemetary Gates. Same with you. Think two Swanage HVSs on top of each other on the main pitch and... the reality will be a doddle. I'll even turn up for beta from the sofa and a tight rope.
Mick