Not content with one week in Northern climbs, I’m back on the motorway tomorrow morning and on my way back up to Sheffield for (the unplanned) stint two of the C4 project.

This last week has been manic – I made it up at about mid morning on Monday last and spent the next two and a half days at Rattle in a pile of black felt tips, pritt-stick, coloured paper and creativity.

Being as Sheffield isn’t on my usual list of destinations, I tried (with mixed success) to meet up with some folks. Huan was around and about on Monday evening, and we spent a couple of hours in a pub reminiscing about Nepal. On Tuesday, James and Emma invited us out for a Turkish meal then a few pints around and about the city. Despite this, productivity remained high on Wednesday.

Unfortunately I made the mistake of listening to the GPS on the way back down to the Midlands, and it sent me several times around a triangle shaped loop before I got annoyed, deviated from the suggested route, before it misled onto the M6 Toll. Cheers GPS, are you going to pay for that? I should have just stuck to the way I knew.

I have little recollection of Thursday or Friday, but they were much like Saturday and Sunday, spent working. It’s been relentless and it’s set to continue for a while, but I’m off to see Sister One this coming weekend, then have a night out with Swan and Mike in Lufbra a few days later, and finally hoping to catch up with Deako the following weekend.

Christmas? In how long?! Can’t believe it…