of mountains and (wo)men | 6

“On the first morning, I took them up Middlefell Buttress: five of us, all on one rope. It was slow, cold and boring. They climbed faster than I did, surrounded with an almost visible aura of masculine resentment. So I took them to Gwynne’s Chimney on Pavey Ark, and as they struggled and sweated in that smooth cleft, sparks flying from their nails, and me waiting at the top with a taut rope and a turn around my wrist, I knew that I had won. The atmosphere—when we were all together again—was clean and relaxed.”

Gwen Moffat, climbing guide

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