"I was in the Avon Gorge, above the tennis courts and toilets (are they still there?), and presumably only thirty foot up, but in my defence I was wearing bendy walking boots (not ideal for limestone), a hawser rope knotted around my waist and a couple of tape slings, hand tied, decorated with old brass nuts, whose inner threads had been more or less carefully filed out a few weeks before.
Yes. 1969. An early university climbing club trip, and time for me to be a leader."
writes
Jim Nevill
http://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/page.php?id=722
