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Over Easter, I spent two weeks on the climbing paradise of Kalymnos, a Greek Island off the coast of Turkey. Whilst Britain basked in a heatwave, 40 mph gales blew non-stop from the North. I was sick for most of the trip, yet climbed three grades harder than I've ever led. There are chapels everywhere on the island, but underneath, an Ancient brutality. It was a curate's egg.

I was enjoying that until I got to the...

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...bit about the accident. As someone who aspires to taking his teenage daughter to Kalymnos and belaying her on 8as in return for her top-roping me on the odd 4+, that was a wake-up!

Didn’t really get this article at all. 

I don't get the point of your post.  Such is life.

Thanks Sarah-Jane, this was a lovely evocation of the place.

I think, having already lead the route, that if you read Resista you can't claim the onsite ;)

And yet you also felt the need to comment !

Indeed, everybody knows that poetry should be restricted to evocation of trad climbing and has no place in a sport climbing context...…..