Hot rock (or not)

Well, the much-anticipated holiday dawned, and with great excitement we got up to the sounds of...well...wind caking horizontal snow on the window. As a weatherman's daughter, I should have realised- the jet stream that seemed to have lowered to ground level the day before, and well...the weather forecast...A Siberian cold snap was about to descend. The snow was blatted horizontally onto the trees, which created a weird effect, and because no one predicted such a snap, the M6 was covered in snow, and passable only on one lane. Cool. Sadly, by the time we reached Sardinia, the beautiful warm weather had been displaced by the wet, soggy tail of the Siberian weather system. It would prove to be decisive in our climbing plans.Still, we had a laugh at the strange unfolding of events during the course of the week: the rope being confiscated by the airport security men (perhaps not helped by Stu quipping "yes, it is a bit sharp, isn't it?"...), finding our villa only to find that it came with an owner as mad as a box of spoons, inventing the new sport of "cave running", and the final hoop of fire, a cancelled flight home. We were informed that instead of heading to Liverpool we'd be flying into East Midlands Airport (where, I hear you ask)? On arrival we found it to be positioned in a place called NottinghamLeicesterDerby, and that we were going to get from it back to Liverpool by coach. This is when Stu told me he "didn't like" coaches, and that it was my job to get a seat as close to the front as possible, otherwise there "may be consequences"...With trepidation I managed to bat my way to the front (displaced Ryanair passengers can put up a bit of competition) and relaxed in my seat. I was beginning to see a pattern in all of this when we realised that we had a two hour journey in the company of the Big Band sound of Radio 2. A double-edged sword, because we were perfectly positioned at the front, yet right next to the speakers. We did manage to have a great time though- cave running and climbing for three days, sometimes in heroic conditions.