January in the UK means dark mornings, sunset at 4.30 pm and weather that consists mainly of rain. For us rock climbers this is like torture.
I live in the Lake District, and am surrounded by crags and rock faces, all for now out of bounds.
So Tuesday nights mean a 50 mile round trip to Kendal Climbing wall, to hone strength and technique, breath chalk dust, then slate our thirsts afterwards in the pub.
I'm dreaming of (relatively) warm spring days and the prospect of getting my hands on rock again.
What we're missing during the dark days ...