In reply to pneame:
She way she discovers the bohemian lifestyle - and then climbing - quite by accident and yet both are absolutely right for her. The bohemian guy, not really a climber, taking her up a route on Lliwedd - that's pretty adventurous. And then the north ridge of Tryfan - doesn't she see the lights of a car speeding by, far below, imagine another world of luxury, a world for others, not her?
She beautifully catches the sense of being different, of not fitting into the quotidian and then magically finding the lifestyle that's right for her. The golden summer, never to be repeated, when grades seem to dissolve and you move so confidently through them. And then parenthood, the conflict between responsibility and a peripatetic lifestyle.
Her daughter Sheena took barefoot climbing into another realm, reputedly leading the boldest route I've ever done. I might have had the odd manky wire; a decade earlier, she'd have had nothing, apart from the not very far in at all peg of death. Total commitment - a 'belay' which would never hold the kind of fall you'd take. Only two UKC logbook entries for this one (both in 1974). And the chilling comment: 'A truly character deforming experience.'
Gwen Moffat and Sheena Moffat - two very different (I suspect) but equally remarkable ladies.
Mick