Thanks for posting this. My other thread is a bit redundant now.I've spent the last half hour writing this. Woody, I will never forget our trip to Scotland as teenagers when I led you up Douglas Boulder Direct on the Ben with you shouting “stop” whenever I ran out of rope as we had no idea what pitches were. Or the train journey back to Glasgow after a big night out when I kept throwing up and you kept prodding me in the ribs every time I fell asleep and laughing at me. I will never forget my 21st in York when we went to Brimham and I proudly pointed out to you one of my first E1s that I had recently led (Enigma). You then promptly soloed it, followed by the direct start to Birch Tree Wall first go. Or later that day when we went out in York and you tried (and failed) to pull all my old school friends. I will never forget going to Goblin Combe with you and Chris when I led my first E1 on limestone (Smaug the Dragon), simply because I was too embarrassed to try anything easier in your company (not that you would have complained about following me up a VS). Thanks to your enthusiastic encouragement I did it, before watching you and Chris both cruise the E5 next door. I will never forget doing Mysteries with you a few years later. I nearly couldn’t manage following the first pitch as the sea snapped at my heels, but that “you’ll be fine mate” could be heard once again floating round the crag. You then made sure I led the top pitch, which I loved but only just managed by the skin of my teeth. As I collapsed in the sunshine at the top, done in for the day after my first route, you skipped off laughing to try Stennis the Menace. (Did you do it? I never found out). I will never forget a couple of years ago our trip to Stanage on a typically midgy and humid August day. You did Quietus with one runner in about 30 seconds. Then you did Old Friends with one runner in about 45 seconds. Without pausing for breath you then cruised Goosey, just as the drizzle started to seep out of the crack near the top. But still you weren’t finished and had a good go at the first pitch of Nectar in the pouring rain (it was slightly sheltered you see) before eventually giving up. Think how good you might have been on god’s own rock if you climbed on it more than once a year and came up in winter occasionally! And I will never forget the last time I saw you. You came round to my house and met my eldest son who was about 15 months old at the time. You were the first person to tell him “no” except his parents and he SCREAMED. You just laughed, picked him up, swung him around and seconds later he was laughing too. But mainly I’ll never forget your endlessly upbeat, encouraging, fun-filled, outgoing attitude to everything. You’ll be very sadly missed. RIP.

I never knew him but having climbed at Bristol wall for 10 years I'd seen him around often and in magazines from time to time. So saddening to hear this dreadful news. RIP.

Terrible news. Deepest condolences to all family, friends and loved ones.

yeh, its very sad news, my heart goes out to his friends and family, i know how they feel.