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Fairhead Meet May 2025

Saturday 31st May at Fairhead… or is it Benmore? This is a follow up to Colmcillers at Fairhead Meet May 2024. This year for one reason or another there was no organised boulder field tour which was a shame as last year was my first time bouldering outside and the atmosphere was very positive.

I met George at the McBrides car park at about 9:30am. The weather forecast was not ideal. We headed to the Prow to check out how busy it was and decided to go to Farrangandoo (I’m not quite sure if this is pronounced Farran-gan-doo or Farrang-an-doo). We abseiled into the gully where Lazarus * VS 4c is located and heard the cry of a curlew in the distance. George was going to lead Jezebel * HVS 5b, the route right of Lazarus, however once the ropes were flaked out, for some reason I couldn’t remember how to tie into the rope.

It is amusing when one of those actions you’ve done for a few years just slips out of your mind, to the point where you can’t actually recall how to complete the action. It felt as if it were a muscle memory thing… I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. George made relative ease of his ascent. During my seconding I felt clumsy and unfocused. My feet slipped once or twice from the rock. It was either me, my resoled shoes, or the rock as George informed me it rained the day before. It was probably a combination.

It was now my turn to lead and I was ambitious to climb ‘something hard’ (despite the pumpy feel of Jezebel and my inattention…) So we went down the abseil again to climb Hard Rain E1 5b. It started raining during my lead. Water was beginning to pool on ledges and it was dripping down the thin crack crux towards the top. I hemmed and hawed just at the point where the route became more of a committing offwidthy crack climb. I couldn’t make my mind up on whether or not to commit and just go for it, but the rain was demoralising. Its effect on the rock made me question every foot placement.

After a suggestion from George I traversed right to the next route, Velocette VS 4b. It was a good idea because the lead up Velocette was terrible. When George was seconding he mentioned his feet were slipping off the wall at the small overhangy crux. Climbing in the rain is such a dismal affair. With grey overcast skies and being soaked, we headed back to the car park to get lunch.

Arriving back at the farm I met with David Walsh where he was selling copies of the club’s recent guidebooks, with the support of Sean McBride and the Dal Riada Climbing Club team. The guides were Inishowen 100 Best Rock Climbs: Colmcille Climbers 25 Years as an MI Club edited by David and Classic Rock Climbs in Ulster produced by Alan Tees and David. They feature a range of popular routes in Ulster with great photos. It was a joy to see the various folk pick up a copy for their future adventures.

Photo of David with Niall Grimes above.

The bookshop at the meet with folks queuing for the McBrides burgers (which were very tasty!)

About half an hour or so passed before George appeared commentating on the weather. The sun was back out and spirits were high, so we decided to go for another climb. I snaffled some pasta into me before we walked (back) over to the Prow. We went down an already set up abseil, which took us to the base of Mongrel Fox ** E1 5b. The rock looked incredibly dry considering the shower we experienced earlier and there were already a number of parties around the corner in the Ballycastle direction. Given this, George decided to give Mongrel Fox a go.

As he set off, reaching the part where the two parallel cracks appear, a climber came abseiling down the same line as the route. George held tight to let them pass. However shortly after this another came abseiling down. This was to become a pattern as the weather at that moment was sublime with blue skies, a little wind and glorious white fluffy clouds. George continued up the route moving between two cracks in a similar manner to Railroad *** E1 5b, dodging abseilers. There must have been about eight in total that came down, I greeted them all when they reached the bottom:

“Great weather isn’t it?”

To which they reply “Yes hopefully it keeps. What route is that?”

“Mongrel Fox” says I, “It’s meant to be one of the longest E1s at the Prow”

“Class!” they say, mostly in their young southern accents. 

“Good luck!”

“You too!”

Once George topped out I seconded. For me, the route felt similar to Railroad but a little steeper and required so much more jamming. The transitions between cracks required a bit more thought as well. Easily, my arms got pumped and I was getting a little tired of the practice of jamming in general. I’d had my fill. There was a lovely section where there’s a ledge over halfway up that has no jamming which provided a nice break to the whole activity. Further on and towards the final steeper section of the climb I was fearful of running out of energy trying to liberate an offset nut. Thankfully with patience and a poke of the nut key, it was released and the climb was soon after completed.

When coiling up the ropes and exchanging gear, George asked “What next?” I wasn’t sure given the state of my forearms and the impending dark, showery weather front looming over Ballycastle. I ate more food and we waited a little. What was blue golden skies, again, became dark and overcast with rain. So we decided again to head back to the car park.

Along the walk back we talked about the recent developments in AI. I decided to use a photo I had of Fairhead and pass it through AI to see what it generated (below). The other images were produced by AI as well, except the obvious ones that David provided above. The AI generated images are quite appealing images despite having not been created by a human.

Reaching the car park and then the camp site, the weather yet again was starting to clear up. After about half an hour and feeling slightly insane as a result of the endless rationalising about the weather, we decided for the final time to make a third trip into the crag that day. It was about 6:30pm at this stage. Though, there was a feeling that one could ‘manifest’ the good weather by looking up at the sky, followed by glaring down towards a bit of puddly wet rock at one’s feet. It paid off as we headed down the Ballycastle Descent Gully. The East face was dry, and golden with the sun on it. George suggested The Brat VS 4b and April * E1 5b (with a two star variation at the same grade). I chose The Brat given my poor foot work earlier (a good choice due to what was coming).

The Brat is situated beside the obvious pinnacle when looking down into the gully. It has a deceptive crack at the start which, if one looks around, can be avoided completely with some holds on the face. It was damp, green and slippy in the crack as well. Coming up to a mantle type move to complete the initial crack part, my foot slipped on a greenish sloper and I almost completely fell off. Thankfully there was a bomber hand jam at this section protecting me. After this there is a more enjoyable and thrilling crack section with just the right level of exposure followed by easier climbing to the top. Some of the rocks looked a bit dodgy and making a belay was a little so-so (there is a stake one can use). George followed and we called it a day before heading back to the car park.

I used the previous paragraph to generate this image above. Supposedly that’s me on The Brat.

Saturday’s talk that evening was by Hazel Findlay and Angus Kille. They talked about their background in climbing growing up. Their different approaches to climbing growing up and their approach today. They made commentary on UK and Irish trad climbing in general. Hazel also talked about her trip to Greenland with Alex Honnold. While, Angus talked about an incident where he (I think) ruptured three pulley ligaments of one of his pinky fingers… which sounds absolutely awful. They both mentioned on what it’s like to be climbers while raising a new born child before taking some questions at the end.

After the talk, there was socialising with Niall Grimes playing music in the barn. Shortly after this we headed back home to Belfast as we weren’t camping. Overall it was an interesting day with the weather being on and off. Similar to last year it was nice to see familiar faces and to share experiences with other climbers. It was great to climb routes I have not done before too.

 

Weekend at Fairhead

There was a strong desire to get to Fairhead after the weekend of the Malinbeg Climbfest 2025, as the weather was due to be good. So we decided to go to Fairhead on Saturday 10th May and camp overnight at the farm, continuing with more climbing on the Sunday.

On Saturday I climbed with Fiona, James and Emi (non CCCers). The routes we climbed at the small crag were Spinola * S 4a (led by James and seconded by Fiona) and Pitchfork S 4a (top roped by Emi and I). The weather was excellent throughout the day.

Feeling inspired, at 4:30pm Emi and I started climbing (via alternating leads) An Bealach Rúnda *** E1 5b and topped out in the dark with head torches at ~11:30pm, before getting a chip in Ballycastle. The route, which must be right in the middle of Fairhead, requires a 100 metre abseil to get to. The climbing sort of feels like Girona *** VS 5a but… on anabolic steroids, and on the cusp of being completely out of control by having an enormous detached pillar, and a feeling of exposure. A real adventure.

An Bealach Rúnda

The following day I woke up feeling as if I were implicated in some kind of car collision. Undeterred, I met up with George and we went on to climb (alternate leads) December ** HVS 5a in the Binnagapple area. Afterwards we headed East to the small crag to do Plan 9 from Outer Space * HVS 5b (a fantastic lead by George given its short lived brutality) and Santana VS 4b (led by me). We called it a day after this and I met up with the others before heading back home.

George's amusing gully approach to Plan 9 from Outer Space

The photo at the top of this post was taken at ~9:30pm while at the top of the second pitch of An Bealach Rúnda. It was quite nice watching the sunset over Rathlin island. The blank face to the left is home to An Bealach Eile *** E8 6c. I assumed while at this belay that the empty face couldn’t be climbed given it’s featurelessness. I only figured out that there was this ungodly E8 living in it when was glancing over the guidebook after the weekend.

Colmcillers at Fairhead Meet May 2024

Report from Ronan Duddy, Club Chairperson.

Photo taken by Hugh McC. Ronan (blue) on Lazarus, Emi (grey) on Pangur Bán.

Fiona and I attended the Fairhead meet for the first time this year, which ran from the 31st of May to the 2nd of June. Though we only camped for the Saturday night, we got a good variety of climbing done and met new people. It was a paid-ticketed event, hosted by the McBride family and organised by the Dal Riada climbing club. For us there were a lot of “not-
done-this-before” moments during the weekend.

Arriving on Saturday morning, we pitched our tent in a field belonging to the McBride’s family farm. There was the hustle and bustle of colourfully clothed people gingling about with trad gear on their hips and ropes on their shoulders; with tents, campervans and cars packed around the open field. The weather was sublime. Having got settled, we carpooled with our friends Emi and James over to Murlough Bay car park to attend the Fairhead boulder field tour organised by Rob Hunter and Veronica Lee. The walk into the boulder field was quite idyllic. Following the track down towards the sea and in front of the towering cliffs above, the trail eventually disappears into a sea of boulders. It was exceedingly hot and thronged with a horde of climbers exploring the boulders, like ants among bread crumbs. The amount of climbers was staggering.


Fiona and I haven’t bouldered outdoors before as we didn’t own any boulder mats. However, the level of excitement and enthusiasm from our fellow boulder climbers was infectious. Folks were very welcoming to let others use their mats to try a climb. Once one was attempting a climb, a cluster of human hands lurched outwards to spot one’s potential fall.  At times it felt as if there were over a dozen hands reached out from varying angles and places. The owners of the hands would shout encouraging statements to compel your journey upward. Aside from the vast array of hands, there were a vast quantity of boulder mats. These are required to protect potential falls at Fairhead given the hard jaggedy erratic-ness of the boulder field. There are plenty of places to lose an ankle as well. I cannot recall the names or grades of the boulders we climbed, as there was simply too much fun being had.

In the evening we attended a talk by Catherine Destivelle in one of the barns at the farm. Her talk was absorbing. She gave a general overview of her journey as a mountaineer, as well as her many achievements. She showed photos and footage of her adventures throughout her career, including her famous soloing feats which left the audience in awe. I believe the audience gave her a standing ovation. Fiona approached Catherine to sign her copy of her book, Rock Queen, and was well chuffed for the night. It was Niall Grimes, whom we had unfortunately missed on the Friday night, that encouraged Fiona to speak with Catherine. We complemented Niall on his Jam Crack Podcast and stated how often we listen to it on our way to new climbing adventures as it keeps us entertained!

On Sunday when queuing for a perky cappuccino from the McBrides wee coffee truck, I couldn’t help overhearing a younger group of climbers with southern accents talking about what they were going to climb. They were going to climb something at the Prow, maybe The Fence (VS 4c). This buzz was reflective of the mood throughout the weekend. There was so much exciting and lively banter floating about.

After my eavesdropping, I saw George C and Gerard O’S in McBride’s car park. It’s always nice to see familiar faces at a crag. They were heading to Farrangandoo, where we’ve never been before. This part of Fairhead is just west of the Prow and similarly requires an abseil. Due to the number of climbers at the meet, queuing for a climb was to be expected. We parted our ways as there was a fever to get climbing. Though Fiona, Emi, James and I left the camp site and headed for Farrangandoo sometime later because the fever hadn’t quite hit us yet.  As we walked over we could see perhaps half a dozen climbers hovering above an abseil. Seeing George belaying Gerard confirmed that we were at Farrangandoo. They had just finished climbing Lazarus (VS 4c) before heading off to the Prow to find a route less busy. George offered some valued info on the area with potential climbs for us which is always appreciated.

Our plan was for Emi to lead with James, and for myself to lead with Fiona. I recall myself  feeling queasy when thinking about what route we should tackle. Between the four of us we had a finite amount of gear, and because Fairhead is just so vertical, unforgiving and long, I didn’t want to run out of protection (who does?). George said “don’t psych yourself out” before he and Gerard headed to the Prow. Gerard also mentioned one way to get to Lazarus would be to abseil into the top of a gully and tie onto the abseil to belay from, given that it is a bit awkward to get to. Emi and I split the gear between us and headed down the abseil.

Reaching the base of the crag, Emi and James waited on their turn to climb Pangur Bán (HVS 5a). Fiona and I finally caught ‘go fever’ and decided to scramble up the incredibly steep grassy gully to gain the start of Lazarus, as it looked straightforward enough. However, as I was setting off, I could hear the voice of another climber speaking with Fiona politely saying something along the lines of “I don’t doubt his climbing ability but that’s a dodgy gully, be careful…” After climbing hesitantly three or four moves up this gully, looking around for any solid bits of rock to cling on to (and of course reflecting on the guy’s words), it dawned on me that I should rope up. The thought of soloing up steep, grassy and unstable rock for about 10 metres still gives me the shivers.

On belay, I climbed up the gully to discover Hugh McC beginning to second Velocette (VS4b). I wished him a ‘bon voyage’ while building a belay for Fiona. She climbed the gully and put me on belay, where we both agreed the gully was disgusting in concept and really shouldn’t be climbed. Abseiling down to the top of the gully would be a much better way to start the climb as advised. This coloured my ascent of Lazarus where I was convinced that I bit off more than I could chew. The ‘gully of doom’ experience, combined with an anxiety of llacking gear to climb the actual route, affected my mindset. I spaced out protection where I could and bumped up cams as I went. When at rests, I even went so far as to take out the previous bit of protection, bump it up above my current piece and reclaim the piece that was my most recent. “Just in case I need this later”, I thought… In reality I didn’t need it later and the climb was soon complete.

I belayed Fiona off a fence post (classy). This was also her first time using crack gloves. She loved them. We both agree that the gloves make the cracks a little more bearable, or accessible. I think this is because crack climbing is quite an un-intuitive style to learn. Gloves help. Fiona reached the crux of the climb, let out some Xena warrior princess battle cries and topped out. She collected five pieces of gear on her seconding which I couldn’t believe. A gregarious Italian climber named Mario congratulated me on this. Emi and James had also completed Pangur Bán which sounded like a good route. It’s meant to contain a good variety of climbing on it (face climbing, laybacks and cracks). We didn’t stay long after this and headed back home to reconvene with our civilian lives.

Overall the meet was great fun and a good social experience. It was nice to see so many climbers with such an enthusiastic and contagious desire to climb.