In which it really is just too hot to climb properly, but Sarah and I have a great time biking our way out to the local crag and nearly kill Billie the dog. Billie is a trooper though, and recovers while Sarah and I suffer through a few routes. All is well though, and really we were just saving our strength for the real Sunday climbing.

Photos courtesy of Sarah. I thought my tongue was hanging out when I saw the first pic on her camera, but it turns out I just have a grumpy face. It was too damn hot. We should have known better, but even climbing badly in the heat is better than working on a Saturday.

On the way back home, at least it was finally downhill.

Almost home, well almost to the beer store – hence the big smiles.

Roof beers and cold apples, the signs of a highly successful day.