Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mar 12, 2012 - 03:01pm PT
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Lynn Hill. Climbing Free.
"Deep in the countryside of southern France, nestled in a canyon of limestone cliffs the color of soft blue velvet, lies the village of Buoux. It is a sleepy hamlet of old stone-block farm-houses, rambling vineyards, and glades of twisted oaks in which old men and their cherised pigs roam in search of that curiously local delicacy, the truffle. Higher up, on the rocks above the village, are the waterworn ruins of steps, aqueducts, chambers, and battlements, chiseled long ago by medieval cliff dwellers looking for places of refuge during the various religious wars."
Ron Fawcett. Rock Athlete.
"My father was not a great talker. Even when I spent all day with him, we almost never spoke. He was one of those Yorkshire Dales blokes who just got on with it. His job was driving a wagon round local farms collecting milk for the Milk Marketing Board. In those days, the mid 1960s, milk still came in aluminium churns. Dad would climb down from the cab and help the farmers load them onto the back of his flatbed wagon. I loved to go with him."
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