El martes fuimos a escalar. Otra vez tomamos el tren un tramo y después subimos en bici hasta Windgather. La verdad es que yo no anduve casi en bici ese día: estaba cansada, adolorida del día anterior, y el sol caía a plomo, así que más bien empujé la bici por la super empinada pendiente. Pero todos mis males quedaron olvidados cuando llegamos a las rocas. Claro que, una vez arriba, el sol se ocultó y las nubes bajaron un poco, pero eso significa que el clima era perfecto para escalar. Las rocas, que tienen como dos mil años, se prestaban más para subir que las de Wilton 3 o las de Castle Naze: están un poco inclinadas hacia el cerro, por lo que te puedes recargar en ellas al subir, y están llenas de fracturas y puntos de apoyo. Como el nombre indica, había bastante viento y mis amigos aprovecharon para volar un papalote. Cuando me cansé de tanto alboroto, encontré lugares perfectos en las rocas para tenderme un rato y recuperar energía. Fue otro paseo perfecto.
Monday and Tuesday were spent exploring and riding bikes. A couple of friends convinced on Monday afternoon to go swimming to Greenfield Reservoir, in the Peak District. We took the train and biked uphill from the Greenfield train station all the way up to the third reservoir. It's set in a tiny valley and we got there as the sun started to set. There were very few people, especially all the way to the back, which is were we headed. The water was cold, and I didn't go in. Instead, I walked around taking pictures. My two friends who did swim were in the water for all of 10 min, tops, but came out exhilarated. It was a very happy trip and I loved getting out of the city for a while, enjoying the countryside views and forgetting all about my dissertation for the four or five hours of the trip.
On Tuesday we went climbing. Again we took the train for the longest ride and then biked uphill until we reached Windgather. To be honest, I mostly pushed the bike all the way there, I just couldn't cycle up that very steep hill! And even though I was tired, cranky and sweaty (the sun was out all morning), it was all forgotten once we were at the crags. Of course, the sun went in and the clouds came down, so the views weren't as spectacular, but it was perfect weather for climbing. The rocks themselves, about 2,000 years old, were easier to climb than those of Wilton 3 or Castle Naze: they slope away from you, so you can lean into them as you go up, and they're full of little cracks and holds to put your feet and hands. It was quite windy, as you can tell from the name of the place, so my friends flew a kite. I found nice comfortable spots in the rocks when I needed breaks from people. It was another perfect outing; I assure, I slept like a log that night.
Uphill towards Windgather