I will be brief. Today I went to one of the small bouldering areas at Amiata, and ticked the crag, bar one problem that at the end of the session was far too painful for my baby fingers, just used to the smoothness of my Beastmaker or the occasional plastic feelings.
It's been so good. Despite the warm, humid climate, it's been very very good. Not for one single instant I desired to be somewhere else, or doing something else.
This is me.
I have so much to tell you my friends, but now there's only time to wish you all the best and only the best for 2011.
You know me, you know who I mean: I miss you my friends, a whole fucking lot.