So, here I am. Sitting, one leg crossed over the other, casting occasional glances behind me at the rock wall.
It used to be a church, but for some reason they (don't ask me to specify 'they' - Lord only knows) converted the main part of the building into a rock wall and christened it a climbing centre.
Now, I'm sat before a table in the balcony cafe, where exhausted climbers or spectators can come to get a glimpse at the action.
There's plently of muscular women on the walls...