The wind is the appalling enemy. It is mind-destroying, physically-destroying, soul-destroying.

I look at climbing not so much as standing on the top as seeing the other side. There are always other horizons in front of you, other horizons to go beyond and that's what I like about climbing.

The wind is the appalling enemy. It is mind-destroying, physically-destroying, soul-destroying.

There was no more grass, no flowers, not even any moss: dusty granite blocks covered the ice and an occasional grinding groan reminded us that we were on a slow-moving glacier.

If you're going climbing with young people, you get very, very used to seeing your climbing partner as a tiny little dot.