{Climbing: Bouldering in Franchard}

On the way up to Epernay we figured we’d squeeze in some bouldering in Franchard in Fontainebleau. The sun was shining beautifully, a little red squirrel met us and so we chalked up and mashed our feet into scarpas and 6.10s.


Andrew had scared out a big beard from his manly and rugged face to ensure that we looked the part as rough climbers.


On the first day we arrived I was mauled by mosquitos and recovery on the rocks gave me a great opportunity to attack the bites on my hand. There’s something psychotically satisfying scratching until the bite oozes.


Al, midway through a problem, beamed with agonising enthusiasm...


Ilya was in his element with sunshine and soaring temperatures...