Three rock

Got up to my favorite haunt cos it was local and stood a small chance of being climb able unlike the grey and mowldy lowlands. The cold was back with a bang and we hovered around the puddles reluctant to take hands out of pockets. The rock was as unforgiving as ever and the lingering damp didn't help when trying to avoid rasping off holds. Gina and bray tried a couple of things but seemed happy to natter. Managed a few things on the middle stack and then down to the third hoping for shelter from the bitter wind. Feet were frozen but managed most of the usuals. Good Christmasy feeling snatched session.