In reply to Sophie G.:
Found this in the back of a notebook...
The bags are all packed, the forecast is sound,
The axes are sharpened, there's snow on the ground.
Warm up on the walk-in, the line's in condition,
Perched high on the crag, an outrageous position.
Cold hands on the belay, what on earth is he doing?
At last hear the call, it's time to get moving.
Hot tea from the flask with that feignt hint of plastic,
The neve is perfect, this route is fantastic.
My turn to lead, and the crux pitch seemed easy,
Stand on the summit for that photo so cheesy.
Rushing from work, to drive overnight,
The mountains are calling, be there by first light.
That week, Scotland was the warmest place in bloody Europe.
Spent all of it sulking in the hut with nothing better to do than write silly songs!