The wind is the appalling enemy. It is mind-destroying, physically-destroying, soul-destroying. — Chris Bonington Copy Share Image
If you're going climbing with young people, you get very, very used to seeing your climbing partner as a tiny little dot. — Chris Bonington Copy Share Image
I look at climbing not so much as standing on the top as seeing the other side. There are always other horizons in front… — Chris Bonington Copy Share Image
There was no more grass, no flowers, not even any moss: dusty granite blocks covered the ice and an occasional grinding groan reminded us… — Chris Bonington Copy Share Image
The wind is the appalling enemy. It is mind-destroying, physically-destroying, soul-destroying. — Chris Bonington Copy Share Image
