few pics on't blog

snow train, originally uploaded by Beastmaker. inc.

literally a few as stealing the web isn't easy round here

whittlin' time

Firstly: A NOTE ON BOARDS, DUE TO POSTAL STRIKES AND 1 OTHER EXTRANEOUS FACTOR WE WON'T SEND OUT THIS WEEKS ORDER UNTIL THE END OF THIS WEEK, APOLOGIES FOR THE INCONVENIENCE BUT POSTIES DO A GOOD JOB AND DESERVE A WEE BIT MORE CASH. WE'LL BE BACK AS USUAL ON SATURDAY.

As for life in Germany:

The weather has crapped out here in the last week like a fecal fracas in a public toilet after a vindaloo convention, but luckily this is the Jura and when it rains, you go a caving, boulder caving, and seeing as though everything is a roof it doesn't really affect the problems too much, you just get as wet as an otters pocket getting to the venue. Ned had begun to whittle things out of wood more than he climbs but is currently carving a fine wooden statue of a man, much to the displeasure of most of the group, who at the moment "wood" take a wooden statue as a woman to be a god send, as most of the locals round here have faces like dropped pies, with only the climbers looking vaguely chalky... But normal. But no Ned deemed it too complicated to carve feminine curves so we are stuck with bloody Adonis to gawk at whilst at the crag. More problems have been a tumbling down on their merry way but nothing over 8a+ yet as we're still putting feelers out on that front as at the moment it's hard enough to find dry rock without getting shot by hunters, accosted by religious locals, or just to find the rock in the forest, you can't see the rock for the trees round here i tell you.

Auf wiedersehen (cheers Andi)

Holidaymakers

Oh guten tag, hope you all like the slightly awkward self service website, unfortunately this has made myself and Ned a tad redundant for now, honest, so we are searching for new customers in the DENSE forest of Der Frankishe Sweiz, aside from having an incredibly Horse-killable land lady, our nice German basement accommodation is purely belter, waking up each morning to miniature deer skulls on every wall along with Doris bending over outside picking her veg from her bushy garden. We've been getting shown round by Fabian Chrishof and his girlfriend Mona, whom win the nicest people in Germany award, and the other night in the pub was golden memory central, with our friend Ben arguing with Marcus windisch ( the quiet 8c crusher whom was sat next to us for half the night, of which we were unaware, as we thought he was just a jolly local villager) about the german music scene, apparently techno is dead and metal core is where it is at for hard Jura sends. Nevertheless times are good and some good boulders have been discovered, a few of them have even been climbed, like V2, Billiard, Some huge highball 8a, Knochenmuller, and the worlds hardest 7cs (harder than the 8a's round here).

The Jura is no place for vegetarians and everything contains meat and sausage, and if it ain't then it's pickled. which pretty much sums up how our fingers and backs feel right about now. The G rectification process has begun but is only in its fledgling stages, by the time we leave things will be straighter than an ironed metal rule.

apologies if your boards take a day or so longer to come than normal, we're working Dave to the bone honest, he's pretty big boned though so can take it

auf wiedersein