Me goin' up

Me climbing a wicked old watch tower. Beautiful day, cold wind though. Bloody strong too! It kept trying to rip me off. I got up halfway, and the wind was getting to be too intense for me to commit wholeheartedly. No crashmats, and only one spotter, but from that height, what would he really do anyways right? Also, we'd left rope, etc, in the car and it would have been a sketch downclimb. A cheers goes out to Kurt Saggers for taking the pic, spotting me, and telling me not to be a fool and go all the way up. Man I wanted to though.