|Fatneck on the hunt for quality at Parbold|
|The Heath, Runcorn|
|Andy Jones demonstrating Fatneck's finest creation|
|Alec the Alchemist climbing the Arete that now bares his name (V7 sds V8)|
|Jay Dog crimping hard on the Heath.|
So our journey seemed to have come to an end. Some have been bruised, battered by the experience. Blood has been shed and the twilight worlds through which we tiptoed have been tamed, claimed back for now from those who seek to destroy it through ignorance. However it is naïve to think that we can ever stop travelling on this journey of discovery- the achievements of The Alchemist are just a way marker in the sandstone pointing to what can be created through the intense scrutiny of our finite local resources. A message from the man who looked like Marx and answers to the name 'Pop' has shown us the way to what comes next. There is still sandstone in the suburbs, there are still gems to be found, we all have the ability to turn lead into gold, we can all be Alchemists if we journey long enough along the sedimentary seam of our desires.
|Portrait of a punter!!|