In reply to Osiris:
I haven't been on here for eons but couldn't resist this!
First on my list has to be Woody - ex RAF mountain rescue and sadly no longer with us. He was the first person to bother to teach me, never lost patience with me being scared and was the first one to take my daughter out on rock. I admired his ethics and still measure who me and my daughter are as climbers by whether he would approve. I hope he would.
Second on the list is the above's loyal climbing partner who stubbornly held my rope with unrelenting encouragement and not one cross word whilst I learned to lead. My daughter and I adopted him as a bolt on grand dad - which he loves muchly!
Then there is Hazel - although this isn't a order of merit just a list of thanks. Hazel somehow got me to love trad. How the feckelly do dah do you get a scaredy puss to love trad? I'm still terrible but have played a part in starting off many others and am still climbing and leading trad.
And then there was - hopefully when this nuttiness is over, still is Dane. Dane had a buggered knee and climbed most stuff sort of one legged, then would pass the rope and actually expect me to follow. I think Dane is a bit mad in the best possible way. I remember watching him stuck leading an overhang indoors - anyone sane would have jacked it in, he was there forever, just hanging on by his fingers! Then he did a dyno from the overhanging arete! Best climb ever watched, a proper understated drama of determination over gravity.
Then it's got to be the crew I climb with now - all of them!
People make climbing. Best people.