I've had 'bouldering' on my to do list for a while.
Not even sure what it was, I thought it was some kind of paddling through streams, clambering on boulders thingy. And that seemed like a good 'Dad and Daughter' activity – following clambering about in trees last Christmas holidays.
So I googled it – and it turns out it's not quite that. It's low level free climbing without ropes; and what great fun it has turned out to be…
Climbing shoes tightly on, we've been three times now; and have tackled 'slabs', overhangs, bulges and 'volumes'… with a bit of traversing yesterday to boot.
The indoor walls we've found are generally full of cheerful, lean, taughtly-muscled young folk – but they're all very encouraging and just seem happy that you share their interest.
It certainly tests the muscles though! And even though you don't get that high, it's high enough to test the nerves a bit too.
What a lovely little world we've discovered – in an old disused biscuit factory (of all things) which has found a new life.
Bouldering is a keeper. There's no better place to hang out for an hour at the weekend.