This chord of soundI pointed to the only place that seemed to afford a perch, and insisted that we should stop on that spot whatever it was. As we neared it we found that our perch was a big tree jutting out from the precipice, on which we managed to find room, on its base. There was just enough room to lie down on the damp leaves, one ice-axe on each side, and the rope coiled under us. |
Tableau |
Little things |
Singing in the rain |
It ended badly To the west the ground drops away sharply, the sky lightens and there is sunshine on low clouds in the distance that seem to promise an escape. |
Main trunk |
Problem climberIn the wake of Ed Hillary's death, when the simple and unalloyed pleasures of mountain climbing were celebrated as the nation idealised a simple and straightforward approach to adventure, competitiveness and enjoyment of life, Paul Hersey's wide-ranging and readable book struck a very different tone. |
TINADon Clampon raised his eyes from the oily confines of his pit and warily surveyed the chaos outside the open tent door that was Everest Base Camp. What had gone wrong? |
Monsters’ ball'It's a big old mountain,' I said, pointlessly, to Rich as we hung at the belay. |
Taoka Icefall |
Argyle Street 1984 |
Human qualities |
Symbiosis |
Acts of cognition |
Music |
May the fire be on your faces |
