The Seaside

It’s been a long time coming but The Seaside, my film about trad climbing on British sea cliffs, is now available to watch online.

Quite what I was thinking when I took the project on is something I asked myself numerous times during the three year process that’s taken it from initial idea to mass availability. But really I knew the answer- I was trying to create the film I wanted to see myself.

Those of  us who are familiar with the experience of climbing on Britain’s coastal cliffs know that there’s a film to be made about them. You abseil down to the base of the very edge of the country, just to climb your way back to where you began- how could there not be entertainment in that?!

But I didn’t want to leave it there. I’m an optimistic person and I think I have quite a romantic view of the world. I love the idea that every (dry) day in Britain, people are going out and having adventures on trad climbs, amazing out-of-the-ordinary experiences, just to live them and tell the stories on the drives to future climbing experiences. As a filmmaker I saw this as an amazing, untapped resource that needed to be captured.  The idea of abandoning a planned structure and simply following climbers to wherever they were planning to climb (as long as it was above the sea) filled me with excitement.

For various reasons this turned out to be a very demanding task and I have to thank the BMC for believing in my vision and for giving me some of their Sport England funding (the same money the organisation’s detractors will tell you funds only competition climbing) – not just because it helped fund the film but also because I’d spent every penny of it before I realised how difficult the process would be! Like a gnarly old trad climbing mentor they gave me just enough help to allow me to commit myself and then left me to finish on my own.

All the climbing footage for the film was shot in the summer of 2016. In some ways that feels like a long time ago, but in others it seems very recent. I was part of so many adventures that summer- the kind of British adventures that don’t take place in true wilderness and may last only as long as a few days, or even a single afternoon, but as the film hopefully shows, are adventures in the truest sense. My optimism and romanticism paid off where it mattered as although many aspects of the process needed a lot of effort, finding climbers with compelling aims often took very little. I made great friends in the process and experienced so many places on our coast in ways that very few people ever do.

I’m very proud to be able to present The Seaside. I feel like I achieved what I wanted to with this film and I hope that, whether it makes you want to climb on sea cliffs or not, you enjoy watching it.


I’ve been meaning to write something about “my Black Rocks film” for ages, but there hasn’t seemed to be a suitable pause in the momentum. I think there is now.

Stonnis Desktop Logos

I wanted to make a film about Black Rocks ‘cos I felt it deserved more respect. I’d always seen it as one of the truly great gritstone crags- architecturally unique, historically important and with an atmosphere all of its own.

When I was drawn back to this way of life in my late twenties Black Rocks seemed to be everywhere- on the pages of the guidebooks that enthralled me, in the films that filled the void of a difficult time in my life and most importantly in my own memory; a place I’d played as a child and first been introduced to climbing .

1988BlackRocks1Photo: David Pollitt

But Black Rocks’ reputation, though of international reach, is far from positive. Chop routes. Green rock. Round holds. Offwidths. Kids throwing bottles down from the graffiti-covered crag top. As a new and keen climber the battle to find interested partners for it was always followed by a battle with our selected routes, but the absurd experiences of success and failure stayed long in my mind.

In April 2014 I found myself at Black Rocks for the first time in ages. I was injured and reacquainting myself with my local crags. Conditions were great and I soloed across the crag enjoying routes that I hadn’t climbed for years. In many cases, neither had anyone else.

I’d had in mind for a long time that I would start making climbing films; not the throwaway, silent films that I’d dabbled with in the past but proper ones that people that weren’t in them would want to watch. As I struggled in the chimneys and gullies I was struck by the impetus to record these experiences and so promote this undervalued place. I worked my way round to the sunset-lit west wall and the feeling only got stronger. It got stronger until my film was finished fourteen months later.

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One of the most valuable lessons I learnt from the experience was the infectious nature of enthusiasm. A few of the film’s stars were as keen as me from the beginning but most were brought into the project seemingly out of curiosity for my passion for it- it certainly wasn’t on the back of my non-existent reputation as a filmmaker and almost total lack of experience!

Even if I hadn’t filmed the results I’d never forget the ascents we filmed and the simple fun of what was often a complex process and I hope the climbers won’t either. Reviewing the footage we’d created only increased my excitement for the project and the Stonnis snowball kept rolling. It’s probably a bit weird to go to the same crag all the time, in all weathers, always finding a little job to do but I was way past the point of caring about anything else.

Filming HushPhoto: Becca Holmes

By the time I had most of the footage the enthusiasm of others was beginning to outstrip even mine. I was flattered to be offered the chance for a premiere at the Matlock Bath Pavilion and the promotional trailer I knocked up at their request brought far more interest than I’d expected. Interest in a film that didn’t yet exist!

I watched Stonnis take shape every day of the month-long editing period, feeling the pressure of expectation but fully enjoying the requirement to meet the hype I’d created for it. Each time I watched scenes back I could only see and hear my errors and the opportunities for improvement that they created. I was just determined to do justice to the crag and the efforts of the climbers I’d filmed.

Roughly 300 people filled the Pav’s main hall on the night of the premiere. I stood at the back of this unexpectedly huge audience, too nervous and excited to sit down. As the film played it was as though I too was watching it for the first time.

I didn’t want to lose the incredible memory of that night and it was months before I watched Stonnis again. In the meantime however, I’d got the film onto the illustrious BMCTV and been asked to submit for the Kendal Mountain festival. People who’d inspired me were tweeting and writing about my film. A film that was being taken more seriously and being seen and enjoyed by more people than I’d ever thought possible.

Presentng at KendalPhoto: Rob Greenwood

A few weeks ago I visited Black Rocks for the first time in six months. Returning to the real thing alone was an odd experience to say the least. While the crag was, of course, largely the same as it has been for hundreds of thousands of years, some things had changed; new cragtop graffiti, small changes in the quarry and surrounding farms and a new building development visible in the distance.


I thought about this contrast of permanence and impermanence and how it related to Stonnis- my dream was to create a lasting and definitive tribute to the crag. But I also created, unknowingly, a record of a period in the crag’s life and the same period in mine and the other climber’s lives. Not for the first time in this story I felt overcome with emotion.

Then I went straight back to planning my next project.


Tales of the Riverbank

As those who follow me on Instagram (or have seen me at the crags) will know, I spent this summer sport climbing on the love-it-or-hate-it limestone we have here in the English Pennines.

Black Swan Rising

Malham Cove

Rubicon, 7a

It’s not the best rock in the world but it certainly has some great routes and the locations of many of the crags are beautiful- it inspires a certain devotion from many of us, particularly those lucky enough to live or work close enough to the crags to get a weekday evening fix. With the long days in the summer these can be quite lengthy sessions!

Rainshadow Rubicon Powerplant

The fingery, technical climbing is much more conducive to redpointing than onsighting: first time up many of the routes they feel desperate and you can be hanging from the rope a lot sooner than you expected, but a few goes later that “I can do this” feeling takes over and you’re lured into a project. Some of use find success on these projects sooner than others…

Afloat in the Moat Monsal Cry Freedom

Although battling with the difficulties of the routes and the headgame of redpointing takes most of my attention I try to remember my camera so I can capture the atmosphere at these crags- it’s hard not to be inspired by the grandeur and beauty of places like Malham Cove and Cheedale Cornice or to be encouraged to try hard by the friendly atmosphere and the displays of skill, strength and determination by some of the country’s best climbers.

Overnite Sensation Litton Bat RouteIt’s been a kind autumn and most of the crags are still dry but as I type the rain is falling and with the days quickly shortening the time when only the hardcore are climbing on this fickle rock is upon us. I’m too in love with the variety of British climbing (and too weak!) to be part of that group, but I’ll be back next summer for sure.


I’d never been to Cornwall before. In some ways Cornwall seems like Yorkshire- big, beautiful and populated with people who think it’s the best place on earth and don’t like to leave.

Bosigran Main CliffUnlike Yorkshire though, Cornwall is very far away from where I live, sparsely populated and enjoys better weather than than the rest of the country.

Bosigran Sea


A Cornish BMC meet provided a great opportunity to make a new start after the long and all-consuming experience of making Stonnis. I knew it would give me time (a lot of time) to clear my head on the drive down and the opportunity to meet new people in a new place. I also fancied doing some climbing without the distraction of the camera.


Bosigran Fulmars


Minutes after parking I headed down to the sea, pasty in hand, to solo Bosigran’s Commando Ridge. At the last belay I sat grinning, sure that I’d made the right choice. It felt like the start of a new chapter. The sky, the sea and the rocks were beautiful and I wished I hadn’t left my camera in the car.

Bosigran Ridge

I didn’t make the same mistake the next day and although the light wasn’t as good and I climbed for most of the day, I got to take some shots.

Xanadu 2

Xanadu 3

Like Yorkshire climbers, the Cornish think their county has the best climbing in the country, if not the whole world. I watched the line of Xanadu appear as Michaela and Sophie climbed, with my hands tingling from my own efforts on the golden crystalline granite, birds soaring through the Great Zawn and I realised why.

Xanadu 1

Xanadu 4

Stonnis Premiere Details

Black Rocks Autumn

It’s not long now ’til the premiere of Stonnis at the Grand Pavilion, Matlock Bath.

I can’t wait! Meanwhile, here’s the trailer again.

Entry is FREE. Doors open at 7:30PM.

The film, which is an hour long, will be on from around 9:00PM so there’s plenty of time to socialise and share your Black Rocks stories before and after. All proceeds from the bar go to the Matlock Bath Pavilion itself, which is a volunteer-run organisation working to restore this impressive but currently somewhat scruffy venue to its former grandeur.

Here’s the location, labelled “Peak District Mining Museum” (they share the building):

See you there!

Stonnis Trailer

I’ve spent most of the last year working on a film documenting the climbing at my favourite crag, the mighty and infamous Black Rocks. It will soon be finished and I’ve made this trailer to promote it ahead of the official premier in June.

More information soon!