Climbing? Scotland? Kidnapping? This looks a good film.

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benb

Evidence based cyclist
Location
Epsom
Cliffhanger was crap, but still on the enjoyable side, as long as you remove your brain beforehand.
John Lithgow was an excellent baddie.
 
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Globalti

Globalti

Legendary Member
Going to see it tomorrow evening in Ashton under Lyne with my climbing pal - and he's only NINE short of finishing the Munroes, so there!

Will buy the tickets first then nip down the road for a couple of swifties at the Stalybridge Station Buffet, renowned for its excellent selection of ales.
 
I watched it over xmas, not as much climbing in it as I would have liked (its no K2), but as a low budget film it is quite good.

The scenes at the end spoil it as they are so out of place I was rolling on the floor in tears of laughter.
 

ASC1951

Guru
Location
Yorkshire
[QUOTE 1547716, member: 9609"]Well done, I've completed the Munros but still 17 tops short of the grand slam.
What did you finish on ? [/quote]
My last Munro, like a lot of people's, was Ben More on Mull.

My final top was Meall Dearg on Liathach, which is off the main ridge over the Northern Pinnacles. People say it's up there with the Inn Pin, although I think that depends how good a climber you are: I don't climb enough to be happy soloing the Inn Pin but it's a doddle with a short rope, whereas the Northern Pinnacles are piles of tottering blocks which need little technical skill but a lot of nerve even in good conditions. I did Meall Dearg on Midsummer's Day and I remember being outraged when it dumped half an hour's snow on me, out of nowhere, just as I was on my way back over the loosest bits - one of the scariest days I've had in Scotland.
 

ASC1951

Guru
Location
Yorkshire
[QUOTE 1677275, member: 9609"].. it was one of those perfect blue sky winters days, and everything was frozen solid, the going was easy and we never roped up....[/quote]
Wheest, man. The days have long gone when I could get home from work on Friday evening, drive seven hours each way in a battered red Fiesta, come down off the hill in the dark and be back at work after four hours' sleep.

I did find myself stumping up Corbett #57 before thinking, no, it's time to try something nearer home. Like cycling.
 
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Globalti

Globalti

Legendary Member
Since somebody has revived this thread.... the film was pretty awful really though I can see it might be more convincing for someone who wasn't familiar with climbing in Scotland. It got more and more desperate as it progressed, almost as if the makers ran out of ideas and inspiration.

Oh, and I got one of those bogus parking tickets at the cinema and the stupid idiots have been sending me threatening letters ever since....
 

ASC1951

Guru
Location
Yorkshire
Snowdon via Crib Goch is about my peak ..
Big drops need regular practice. I went along Crib Goch with my godson a couple of years ago and I was scared witless. I tried explaining my mighty deeds from my 40s and he just shrugged. "Whatever".

I still have one final ambition, to climb Chimborazo in Ecuador with him - the top is the furthest you can get from the centre of the Earth. I can tell he thinks I'm deluding myself; and he may be right.
 

Milo

Guru
Location
Melksham, Wilts
The Mamore's were stunning when I was up in Scotland. And the relative solitude in contrast to the horror that is Nevis in peak season was a blessing I must say. I will however not do anything that entails using ropes being a sissy. I would like to give winter walking a go one year however.
 

ASC1951

Guru
Location
Yorkshire
I would like to give winter walking a go one year however.
it's a very different experience. A lot of my Munros and Tops were solo and a fair few of them solo in winter - there is something very satisfying about navigating with map, compass and stride length and being able to turn up where you expect to be, even in poor visibility. And on a crisp winter's day you get clearer air and better views than at any other time of year.

I once followed a solo walker and his dog off Ben More Assynt along the ridge towards Conival. The ridge got narrower and more corniced and suddenly the paw prints disappeared.... "Crikey", I though, "the dog's a gonner." But no, I caught them up just below the col at the top of Traligill and there was a nose poking out of a rucksack, with a pair of eyes that were clearly not enjoying the day quite as much as they had on the way up.
 
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