We made a chalk-bag for my mum on her birthday, and included in the gift was to try it out. So we went to Fjällbo with a big pick-nick basket and a climbing guide and some ropes heading for a 50 metro high rock face.Me and mum headed for the top with a promise of a cup of coffee when we got there.
Nigel had booked us a table with a view.It was sunny, sixteen degrees sunny and bliss and we where 50 metres above the ground and high above the tree tops..And the coffee tasted good.
Then it was an equally big project getting down again…Nigel pulled some of his tricks.And I pulled some of mine (ehrm)
Down again we had some nice food, and some more coffee (we always spend a disproportional big amount of time having coffee breaks when we are out doing anything)And it was good!
We hung out in the hammock until the sun disappeared behind the treesAnd went home in time for a cocked dinner.
And tomorrow Nigel has put his alarm on 5 (or earlier if I know him right) to do his first rope access job in Stenungsund painting something (probably high up in the air considering they called him), and I will do my normal morning waiting (I’ve realized I can wait and sleep at the same time, so it’s a bit of advancement on my behalf) and subconsciously hope it will be past eight when I wake up and have no missed calls on my phone.