In reply to UKC/UKH Articles:
Space Below My Feet is an iconic classic of mountaineering literature. Sure, there may not be that much actual climbing in it... but who cares? Gwen Moffat wonderfully captures the joy of being out in the hills. It's with you long after your hardest leads are dim memories. It's in you forever.
'In Chapter 8 there is a brief climbing moment; Moffat leads a route on Lliwedd, barefoot and pregnant, to qualify for the women-only Pinnacle Club.'
Poignant. Last year I received a message from Gwen Moffat's daughter Sheena, via John Syrett's sister, Pol. (Strange to think of it bouncing from Derbyshire to New Zealand, to Dorset.) Seems that Sheena somehow found out that I'd long been intrigued by something and gracefully confirmed it.
In 1972, as barefoot and pregnant as her mother on Lliwedd, she led Tabula Rosa at Langcliffe.
If you flick onto the UKC database you'll probably find Tabula Rosa listed at HVS and think, well, that wasn't such a big deal. The reality is HXS, tottering rubble, where a lead fall will mean death for all members of the party. I'd guess that fewer people have led Tabula Rosa than have stood on the moon. The commitment involved is enormous. It brought me closer to breaking point than any other route I've ever done.
Gwen Moffat wrote many good books and one great one. She was a good climber. But Sheena, she was something else entirely... something above and beyond.
Mick