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)