In reply to Mick Ryan - UKClimbing.com:
I first met him when he saved me from being marrooned by the A5, hitching to Wales. I was the archetypal penniless student with a rucksack, and very obviously soaking wet, when a very flash Alfa stopped. It was one of those dream lifts; blissfully warm and dry, nice stereo, leather seats and the Bettws bends dispatched at terrifying speed. And, I quickly worked out, he did know an awful lot about climbing, although with characteristic modesty he made light of his involvement. I think it was my first encounter with a Famous Climber but he just came across as a generous and kind man who was genuinely interested in my climbing ambitions.
Of course, he insisted on taking me to the door of the hut, despite the fact that it was significantly out his way to do so.