I think it started with forever trying to talk my Dad into driving me to Glenshee and The Lecht ski centres in Scotland as an early teen. My parents had taken us a few times before then and I was always pouring over the snow and weather conditions hoping that 40mph winds wouldn't force the drag lifts to close, and convicing my Dad that it would be worth the 2 hour drive for him to sit in the car freezing while I skied with my mates.
Along with camping and outdoor pursuits with the Scouts then spending much of my 20s in the Alps doing ski seasons, I was always drawn to mountains and the various, exciting ways to get up and down them. A few big summer alpine routes and a couple of ice climbs later, both with an aspirant guide friend, firmly planted the climbing seed that stayed with me long after leaving the alps to return to the UK.
It wasn't until about 6 years later, however, that I truly got in to rock climbing. After a quick google one evening, I found out the Aylesbury Climbing Club met weekly, very local to me at a now, sadly closed outdoor climbing wall in Aston Clinton. Being welcomed by a great bunch of people and having regular climbing partners, many of whom I now consider close friends, I was hooked.
Since then climbing has been a constant positive in my life through good and difficult times, providing all the challenge, excitement, beauty and humility you could ever need.