On one of my first dates with John, we went mountain biking on a cold day. At the end of the ride, my feet were frozen. As I suffered in the car with what we came to call the "screaming barfies", he said, "you probably shouldn't try to ice climb". And for more than a decade, I heeded that advice. But then the kids got older and I got myself a pair of heated socks. So when the kids asked when they could go ice climbing and the conditions were perfect, I jumped at the opportunity.
