Twentysteps
Beechside bouldering
Beechside bouldering
Photo by @silkyj1308
South of the Calvary Rock area is Broad Hill proper. On it are two tors, Twentysteps and Turry Tor, with a number of small satellite boulders around each of them.
A good area for those operating at f6B+ with Big Flake and The Ripper being rite-of-passage problems for Leicestershire boulderers. The bouldering is well-shaded by the beautiful beech tree growing out of the top of the tor.
A good area for those operating at f6B+ with Big Flake and The Ripper being rite-of-passage problems for Leicestershire boulderers. The bouldering is well-shaded by the beautiful beech tree growing out of the top of the tor.
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Parking: Park courteously on Gracedieu Road, Whitwick LE67 5AN.
Approach: Head eastwards along the footpath running along the side of the allotments. Where the footpath turns right continue straight up the hill. Take the first left footpath and follow this to Twentysteps.
Approach: Head eastwards along the footpath running along the side of the allotments. Where the footpath turns right continue straight up the hill. Take the first left footpath and follow this to Twentysteps.
A good view from the top of the beech tree. Twentysteps is the best of the tors.
- Leicestershire Climbs (1993)
There is a French saying that the first love is the only true one. Probably this is true more of places than of people. Somewhere in the heart of every one of us there is a place he loves more than anywhere else. It may be his old school, or the place where he was born; his present home, or somewhere where he spent a holiday with particularly vivid associations. He might be able to give no valid reason for his preference, but it is there, and time, which dims other memories, keep these fresh. Across the choppy tide of time certain landmarks stand out, motionless and fixed in the receding waters. Some of them we can talk about, some we keep very secret, but we all have them. They are the unseen milestones of our journey, often unseen to ourselves until a certain light reveals them for a few moments, like sun casting a silhouette of distant lands. Or perhaps there is but one, marking a corner which none but ourselves know we have turned.
Whatever it is, we each have something like this on which to look back. And thinking about it, we realize that love is infectious, and spreads of its own accord. We may love a place where we loved a person, or a person whom we met in a place we loved. Things interconnect strangely with unforeseen results coming from simple events, and from a simple love, if it be intense enough, the focus may blur and the light increase, until we find ourselves possessed of an overwhelming love of everything around us.
- The Night Climbers of Cambridge, Wipplesnaith (1937)
