Bank holiday weekend 2002 was spent out west in the wonderful twee world of Devon. Loads of beer, the odd bit of climbing, beautiful campsites and a fourteenth century Inn that specialised in Exmoor Gold provided the entertainment.

We did mean to do more than one route - honest - but the seaside resorts and amusement arcades seemed like a much better idea at the time.

Again, we managed to spend the best part of a morning trying to find a decent camp site, which was, for once worth it. I forget it's name, but all you can see is sea and sky, and that was good enough for me!

After pitching up, we got involved in an intense period of relaxation before wandering down to the beach for a game of whiskey boules. This is how it goes.

Find flat beach and full bottle of whiskey. Draw circle in sand with foot, while friend buggers off up the other end of the beach and does the same.

Try and get said bottle of whiskey in apponents circle by rolling it down beach (throwing not advised or permitted). Take slug of said whiskey and repeat.

Although we did only one route all weekend, we didn't feel the need for anymore. Probably because the chosen route was Wreckers Slab (VS). At 410 feet, Wreckers Slab is one of the most famous (and rightly so) Devon climbs, and is a Tom Patey classic.

It offers everything the Culm Coast should. Loose rock, brilliant climbing, extremely exposed climbing, great moves, and a brilliant top out. Definitely one of the greatest climbs of its grade in the country.

Go do it, you will not be disappointed.

Oh, and if you've seen the garden gnome, then please take it back. Wreckers Slab is where it lives...

The rest of the weekend was taken up with losing lots of money on amusement arcades, and trying to find the tackiest possible seaside piece of memorobilia, for under a pound. Chis won with his marshmallow sandwiche.

I came a distant second with the traditional naked lady lighter, which, as it happens wasn't tacky in the slightest and would make an excellent and thoughtful gift for any smoker.