Frodsham bouldering

Rather tired after yesterday, but took the opportunity to jog up to Frodsham crags in the fading light. Sleet falling, and a dank feel to the crag, but it's so steep that precipitation hardly matters. After a few overhanging but juggy traverses, my feeble forearms protested and I finished off with a little more jogging across Woodhouse Hill by way of recovery from Long Mynd.