Crisis? What crisis?

Over the past couple of weeks I've been heartened by the predicted great weather. Talk of barbeque summers and other such cliches have raised my expectations. However (and you knew that was coming) the facts have not borne out the predictions. Despite that, we learnt from last year's month long epic that you really have to ignore the weather forecast, meet up at the bakery anyway and just go climbing. Usually it worked out OK, and this year it's been no different. In between the downpours, we've managed to get to Deer Knowl, Shining Clough, Deceptive Buttress, Bareholme, Laddow and the Dark Peak's very own DWS venue for some topless action (including the ladies)
The latest action included Den Lane, The Church Inn, West Nab, The Church Inn and you can work out what happened for the rest of that day. A roaring fire, £1.50 a pint, and a landlord that didn't mind a damp husky under the table. Brilliant.