"Forget Leo Houlding. I was the original kiddy climbing prodigy; a fat, gurgling pioneer who equipped with nothing more protective than a hand-me-down smock, cream tights and round-toed, patent shoes, made short work of the domestic arêtes of an art-deco semi on the blustery Southern coast. Pudgy-faced, dumbly determined and tiny, I claimed first ascents on The Corner of The Bath, The Patio Table and The Fridge Door – technical grades not noted."
writes Sarah http://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/page.php?id=742 
