I have an ongoing dispute with my photographer. He thinks this blog should be called Knitting for Knockers. After he took this one yesterday, I could see the point (or should that be points…):
Sir Edmund Hillary might have thought twice about climbing these. Probably best he died safe in the illusion that he had conquered the highest known peak. I don’t know anything about the mountaineering mentality, but I can’t help wondering, do mountaineers like taking their work home with them? Would the average mountaineer be happy to go to bed, tackle still on, in order to take a stab at climbing those? Or would they prefer a flat expanse of easy travelling next to them?