My dad was a freelance joiner! He had once worked for a company only to be fired for stealing. He was
skilled at all trades and was busy across town most days renovating properties for others cash in hand. Each
night this was finished with ‘professional networking’ at one of Edinburgh’s many pubs. The lifestyle of the
1980’s man with frequent drinking and fatty foods eventually led to my dad’s death. He was one of several in
our street, by no means impoverished! One of the other neighbours who looked like he would follow made and
impressive pivot after the arrival of his first grandchild taking up cycling! Aged seventeen I was now man
of the house. My mum kindly supported me through the rest of my education. It wasn’t a free ride. With
family heirloom cupboard of tools there was always expectation for me to undertake upkeep of the house. I
slowly worked my way through each of the rooms over the coming years fixing and redecorating.
Growing up I remember playing on my own a lot making up imaginative games. I remember in the back garden my
mum teaching me how to spell ‘business’ for the first time and being happy with myself. I struggled in
primary school not really engaging in class preferring to drift off in my imagination looking at all the
cloud formations out of the tall classroom windows. I caused some mischief during that time given my
company. This abruptly stopped in high school where I didn’t adjust well to new social circles and
adolescence. I shut down socially choosing not to speak to any of my peers. I was horribly isolated. At the
end of S1 we had a school camp which involved rock climbing. I’d see climbing in an outdoor magazine and had
no interest towards it. Our introduction climbs complete a demo rope was set up on something especially
difficult no one was supposed to be able to climb it. I remember making progress up on these small quartz
holds and completing the climb. I was later told no one else had done it and the points let my team win. The
following term, Dave Juner a maths teacher who ran after school climbing club invited me to join the school
club. From there I was hooked, Dave took us climbing a nearby Traprain, Rosyth Quarry and to Glen Nevis. He
also helped me academically unlocking I was in fact a self-learner. I remember ticking through the maths
exercise books every day, getting my gold star and moving out of the foundation class. This extended to my
other subjects. Dave had helped me find my confidence. I don’t think I was any better socially by finding
climbing showed me it was OK to be different. I wasn’t a cool kid, hippie or a goth. I was a dirtbag
climber! The mindset and confidence I found from climbing challenges breaking down what looked impossible
over weeks to months with training and persistence overflowed into my academic efforts. I became very driven
once I set sight on an objective a trait that continues to this day.
In my climbing I went on to search out and establish many new sport climbing routes across the UK.
Essentially problem-solving ways up unclimbed rock faces. One of the first I established took me 15 years to
climb, owed to my dad Devastation Generation was the first route in Scotland to be graded 8c. Years later I
was to establish a long line on the huge Little Orme crag The Diamond. This line owed to my mum, Curious
Minds 8a. Our journeys are not straight paths, as Steve Jobs quoted you can only join the dots looking back!
Who we really are is written in our history.