Reading between the lines
At 6am the rising sun is nowhere to be seen. The rock towers that hold it back lay a cold shadow upon us. We stare up at a piece of virgin rock and trace an imaginary line of potential over slabs and overhangs, a route with all the makings of an epic day out. Stewart’s vision was inspired. Amongst the jungle of routes, he has taken an interest in a blank section, and has made …
