In reply to Gordon Stainforth:
Don't worry Gordon, I was only teasing anyway. Re John Syrett's climbing grades after the accident, I didn't want to mention Stella (E4 5c) at South Yardhope, his last FA, as far as I know. But, as Steve Webster noted, he could still climb pretty well (though maybe not as well as he wanted). I think he did the second ascent of Giggling Crack (circa 1976/7). Jim Perrin reckoned that, by the time of his death, the tendon injury had resolved itself - but, of course, he'd lost a decade.
Obviously John, Steve and you all knew him well. I didn't. To me, he was the most charismatic climber I've ever seen. I was so much in awe of him. I remember going to Leeds wall for the first time and getting hopelessly lost. Eventually I bumped into John coming down the stairs and asked him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded, "It's up there..." It's as though he totally understood my search for the Holy Grail, the hallowed ground.
Many years later, I wrote a short piece, 'Anthracite Eyes' about him, coupled with another, 'Ashes' about Neil Molnar (Noddy) (There seemed similarities - and differences - between them/their fates.) Although I was writing a lot for the climbing mags at the time, I never sent in either piece. They were too painful. At the time I consoled myself, thinking they'd be the most painful writing I'd ever do. But I was wrong. When Will Perrin died, it was like an exploding galaxy of pain - giving birth to a third piece, 'A Child of Light'. Perhaps they were all children of light, giving so much of themselves on the rock, yet struggling vainly in a too harsh world.
Yet the sun continues to shine. The stone beckons. And we who remain come out to play again.
Mick