On the August bank holiday weekend, UNUMC climbers and friends from all over the country descended on Portland for the first ever and long-anticipated Crabfest!
Crabfest is a deep water soloing trip and was invented by Chivers. The weather was as follows:
Friday - rubbish
Saturday - rubbish
Sunday - amazing sunshine yet windy
Monday - rubbish
For this reason a lot of people who were going to come along didn't and elected instead to watch a lot of tv, however we still had a very impressive turnout of 20ish people! And it was awesome.
We camped at the White Horse Farm campsite in Osmington on the mainland. Or rather, glamped. Zappa and I brought with us a big marquee so that we could all be civilised. When we turned up on Saturday afternoon (oh come on, look at the weather) we thought, hm, let's take advantage of the fact that it's only drizzling and blowing a slight gale and put the marquee up, and of course after unloading it and getting started it hosed it down and we got soaked. It was actually pretty fun.
Oh ok well here's the Wikipedia article on it:
The Osmington White Horse is a hill figure sculpted in 1808 into the limestone Osmington hill just north of Weymouth called the South Dorset Downs, within the parish of Osmington.
The figure is of King George III, who regularly visited Weymouth, and made it 'the first resort', riding on his horse, and can be seen for miles around. It is 280 feet long and 323 feet high in size and is best viewed from the A353 road.
There is a legend that King George was offended that the figure was riding out of Weymouth — a sign that he was not welcome — and never returned.
The television show Challenge Anneka restored the horse in 1989. However, the project was undertaken too quickly and some errors were made. A project to restore the white horse is underway.
In August 2011 pranksters added a 'horn' made from plastic sheeting to make the horse resemble
The Osmington White Horse is the only figure that is a case of both leucippotomy and gigantotomy
Well there you go.
I had been commisioned to make a Crabfest flag and it was met with a very warm reception to the extent that it was carried round on a long pole wherever we went. It was even present and flying over our barbeque circle time in the evenings.
On Sunday the climbing and hilarity commenced.
Scott experiencing the occupational hazards of a DWSer.
Stubie trying a dyno
Me and Aussie Kate's washpig who sadly got left behind when she and Jake left for Europe, so I thought I'd take it on a trip with me.
Zappa and Wil, and Caz up the top who looks like she's going to dive in like an olympic swimmer.
I didn't have a tripod but I had to include this photo anyway. The marquee at night, filled with climbers, candles and port. Much merriment was had.
Does it get better than this? I mean really?