Sorry, bit of context…
I shared a house with him when I lived in Stroud – lost touch with them all when I moved down to Bristol. However, it was he that took me and another bloke to Gloucester climbing wall and later on our first outdoor seconding of his leads in the Wye Valley and Avon Gorge. I climbed for years afterwards at UCR in Bristol – so hearing of his demise last week brought back memories of getting into the sport in the first place.
Like I said, I’d completely lost touch with him. Then I get that random friend request on Fb that makes you think, “Uh oh, this is a request to deliver some bad news.” And indeed it was. Rob had seconded the first pitch and was leading the second. Details after that are sketchy but he took a 150ish ft fall, hitting the rock face of Penya in Spain several times. AFAIK, he was alive when rescuers got to him but died later at the Fire Station.
It’ll be strange going to the funeral – a lot of old faces I’ll half recognise. And even though I’d not seen or spoken to him in getting on 20 years, I figure I ought to say goodbye to someone who got me into the sport in the first place.