It was the first day of winter cold, rainy and everybody else was smart and slept in on Saturday morning. Campeltown was still asleep when we turned up for a ginormous breakfast to fuel up for a days worth of roof climbing. The junkyard cave rule is simple: climb horizontal roofs until you get bumped senseless and then climb some more. Even the easy warmups feel hard and in June the holds were thirsty and sucked the chalk right from our fingers. Every jug was swimming in our juices and holding on was like like squeezing a spunge, and that was before it started to rain! The grades are solid at the junkyard and you get nothing for free, its a humbling experience to struggle up endless juggy roofs forevermore. Who has ever heard of an overhanging mantle move? Ridiculously overhanging cracklines with healhooks and douple kneebars make you dig deep into your exhausted chalkbag. But wait there was more......a Koala was watching us from high above?