| Country | Contributions | Between | Climbers | Crags | Summits | Climbs | Ascents | |
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| 1 | United Kingdom | 50822 | 14th November 2023 – 26th August 2026 | 1389 | 677 | 0 | 3008 | 4774 |
| 2 | USA | 24283 | 14th November 2023 – 25th August 2026 | 787 | 179 | 2 | 843 | 2333 |
| 3 | France | 11830 | 14th November 2023 – 27th August 2026 | 259 | 125 | 1 | 542 | 1009 |
| 4 | Switzerland | 8943 | 14th November 2023 – 26th August 2026 | 74 | 42 | 1 | 299 | 1058 |
| 5 | Spain | 8246 | 15th November 2023 – 18th August 2026 | 88 | 73 | 0 | 441 | 885 |
| 6 | Italy | 4375 | 16th November 2023 – 26th August 2026 | 115 | 57 | 0 | 179 | 337 |
| 7 | South Africa | 3588 | 16th November 2023 – 27th August 2026 | 12 | 35 | 0 | 125 | 390 |
| 8 | Germany | 3074 | 16th November 2023 – 26th August 2026 | 115 | 47 | 0 | 102 | 223 |
| 9 | Canada | 3015 | 16th November 2023 – 24th August 2026 | 63 | 21 | 3 | 105 | 256 |
| 10 | Austria | 2409 | 16th November 2023 – 24th August 2026 | 69 | 26 | 0 | 99 | 212 |
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| 43741 | 8th January 2026 | 12:10:11 UTC | remus | ascent | George Smith's ascent of Missing Presumed Dead | climb_id | |
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| 43742 | 8th January 2026 | 12:10:11 UTC | remus | ascent | George Smith's ascent of Missing Presumed Dead | ascent_style_id | |
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| 43743 | 8th January 2026 | 12:10:11 UTC | remus | ascent | George Smith's ascent of Missing Presumed Dead | notes | |
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### References
[1] *Mountain* Issue 134 (1990), page 14 [/library/11317/mountain-134](/library/11317/mountain-134)
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| 43744 | 8th January 2026 | 12:09:51 UTC | remus | climb | Missing Presumed Dead | ukc_url | |
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| 43745 | 8th January 2026 | 12:09:51 UTC | remus | climb | Missing Presumed Dead | climb_type | |
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| 43746 | 8th January 2026 | 12:09:51 UTC | remus | climb | Missing Presumed Dead | grade_id | |
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| 43747 | 8th January 2026 | 12:09:51 UTC | remus | climb | Missing Presumed Dead | climb_name | |
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| 43748 | 8th January 2026 | 12:03:45 UTC | remus | ascent | Steve Mayers's ascent of A Wreath of Deadly Nightshade | Ascent # | |
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| 43749 | 8th January 2026 | 12:03:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Steve Mayers's ascent of A Wreath of Deadly Nightshade | ascent_dt_start | |
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| 43750 | 8th January 2026 | 12:03:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Steve Mayers's ascent of A Wreath of Deadly Nightshade | ascent_dt_end | |
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| 43751 | 8th January 2026 | 12:03:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Steve Mayers's ascent of A Wreath of Deadly Nightshade | ascent_type_id | |
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| 43752 | 8th January 2026 | 12:03:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Steve Mayers's ascent of A Wreath of Deadly Nightshade | notes_pretty | |
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<h3>References</h3>
<p>[1] <em>Mountain</em> Issue 134 (1990), page 14 <a href="/library/11317/mountain-134" rel="noopener noreferrer">/library/11317/mountain-134</a></p>
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| 43753 | 8th January 2026 | 12:03:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Steve Mayers's ascent of A Wreath of Deadly Nightshade | notes | |
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### References
[1] *Mountain* Issue 134 (1990), page 14 [/library/11317/mountain-134](/library/11317/mountain-134)
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| 43756 | 8th January 2026 | 12:03:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Steve Mayers's ascent of A Wreath of Deadly Nightshade | climber_id | |
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| 43757 | 8th January 2026 | 12:02:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Mike Owen's ascent of The Bells! The Bells! | notes | |
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The week before Mike had set off up the route but had to get a top rope rescue as he couldn't clip the peg.
> There was nobody there at all, just Elaine and me. Therefore no chance of a top rope this time. The boulders were slippery and it was very still and quiet. It was do or die. So I set off up the start of The Cad, traversed right to a good foothold and put the HB2 in again. Without hesitating, I committed myself into serious terrain, where it was up to me alone to see this thing through to the end, come what may! I dared not look at the tied off peg as I followed the line of incuts up to the start of the second traverse. There is a shield of rock there where I spent ages trying to get in some dodgy rp's and a tape sling over the top. The seriousness of my position was gnawing away at my concentration (if only I'd known that Hex 4 was nearby!). I have never been so totally frightened in all my years climbing, as I was from that shield onwards. I seemed to be looking down at myself tiptoeing across, with the ropes trailing uselessly down to the left of me. By the time I gained the shallow groove that led to the top I was almost completely spent and there was no meaningful gear to stop me decking out from about 150 feet. There was a nasty sting in the tail: on the last difficult move I felt a tiny foothold break off as I delicately weighted it. For a moment I swear that I thought I was going to fall to my death. At this point, Elaine was well aware of the mess I was in and was weighing up her possible options to run over the slippery boulders in an attempt to take in the slack if I fell. She told me afterwards that she realised there was nothing she could have done! Somehow, I told myself to calm down and test with my foot to see if there was enough left to stand up on. I crawled over the top and just lay there, utterly spent and sobbing as it all sank in. After a long time, I set up an abseil to strip the gear. You should have seen the smile on my face by the time I got down to Elaine. And I've been wearing it ever since! [1]
### References
[1] [https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html](https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html)
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The week before Mike had set off up the route but had to get a top rope rescue as he couldn't clip the peg.
> There was nobody there at all, just Elaine and me. Therefore no chance of a top rope this time. The boulders were slippery and it was very still and quiet. It was do or die. So I set off up the start of The Cad, traversed right to a good foothold and put the HB2 in again. Without hesitating, I committed myself into serious terrain, where it was up to me alone to see this thing through to the end, come what may! I dared not look at the tied off peg as I followed the line of incuts up to the start of the second traverse. There is a shield of rock there where I spent ages trying to get in some dodgy rp's and a tape sling over the top. The seriousness of my position was gnawing away at my concentration (if only I'd known that Hex 4 was nearby!). I have never been so totally frightened in all my years climbing, as I was from that shield onwards. I seemed to be looking down at myself tiptoeing across, with the ropes trailing uselessly down to the left of me. By the time I gained the shallow groove that led to the top I was almost completely spent and there was no meaningful gear to stop me decking out from about 150 feet. There was a nasty sting in the tail: on the last difficult move I felt a tiny foothold break off as I delicately weighted it. For a moment I swear that I thought I was going to fall to my death. At this point, Elaine was well aware of the mess I was in and was weighing up her possible options to run over the slippery boulders in an attempt to take in the slack if I fell. She told me afterwards that she realised there was nothing she could have done! Somehow, I told myself to calm down and test with my foot to see if there was enough left to stand up on. I crawled over the top and just lay there, utterly spent and sobbing as it all sank in. After a long time, I set up an abseil to strip the gear. You should have seen the smile on my face by the time I got down to Elaine. And I've been wearing it ever since! [1]
### References
[1] [https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html](https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html)
[2] *Mountain* Issue 134 (1990), page 14 [/library/11317/mountain-134](/library/11317/mountain-134)
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| 43758 | 8th January 2026 | 12:02:44 UTC | remus | ascent | Mike Owen's ascent of The Bells! The Bells! | notes_pretty | |
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<p>The week before Mike had set off up the route but had to get a top rope rescue as he couldn't clip the peg.</p>
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<p>There was nobody there at all, just Elaine and me. Therefore no chance of a top rope this time. The boulders were slippery and it was very still and quiet. It was do or die. So I set off up the start of The Cad, traversed right to a good foothold and put the HB2 in again. Without hesitating, I committed myself into serious terrain, where it was up to me alone to see this thing through to the end, come what may! I dared not look at the tied off peg as I followed the line of incuts up to the start of the second traverse. There is a shield of rock there where I spent ages trying to get in some dodgy rp's and a tape sling over the top. The seriousness of my position was gnawing away at my concentration (if only I'd known that Hex 4 was nearby!). I have never been so totally frightened in all my years climbing, as I was from that shield onwards. I seemed to be looking down at myself tiptoeing across, with the ropes trailing uselessly down to the left of me. By the time I gained the shallow groove that led to the top I was almost completely spent and there was no meaningful gear to stop me decking out from about 150 feet. There was a nasty sting in the tail: on the last difficult move I felt a tiny foothold break off as I delicately weighted it. For a moment I swear that I thought I was going to fall to my death. At this point, Elaine was well aware of the mess I was in and was weighing up her possible options to run over the slippery boulders in an attempt to take in the slack if I fell. She told me afterwards that she realised there was nothing she could have done! Somehow, I told myself to calm down and test with my foot to see if there was enough left to stand up on. I crawled over the top and just lay there, utterly spent and sobbing as it all sank in. After a long time, I set up an abseil to strip the gear. You should have seen the smile on my face by the time I got down to Elaine. And I've been wearing it ever since! [1]</p>
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<h3>References</h3>
<p>[1] <a href="https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html">https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html</a></p>
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<p>The week before Mike had set off up the route but had to get a top rope rescue as he couldn't clip the peg.</p>
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<p>There was nobody there at all, just Elaine and me. Therefore no chance of a top rope this time. The boulders were slippery and it was very still and quiet. It was do or die. So I set off up the start of The Cad, traversed right to a good foothold and put the HB2 in again. Without hesitating, I committed myself into serious terrain, where it was up to me alone to see this thing through to the end, come what may! I dared not look at the tied off peg as I followed the line of incuts up to the start of the second traverse. There is a shield of rock there where I spent ages trying to get in some dodgy rp's and a tape sling over the top. The seriousness of my position was gnawing away at my concentration (if only I'd known that Hex 4 was nearby!). I have never been so totally frightened in all my years climbing, as I was from that shield onwards. I seemed to be looking down at myself tiptoeing across, with the ropes trailing uselessly down to the left of me. By the time I gained the shallow groove that led to the top I was almost completely spent and there was no meaningful gear to stop me decking out from about 150 feet. There was a nasty sting in the tail: on the last difficult move I felt a tiny foothold break off as I delicately weighted it. For a moment I swear that I thought I was going to fall to my death. At this point, Elaine was well aware of the mess I was in and was weighing up her possible options to run over the slippery boulders in an attempt to take in the slack if I fell. She told me afterwards that she realised there was nothing she could have done! Somehow, I told myself to calm down and test with my foot to see if there was enough left to stand up on. I crawled over the top and just lay there, utterly spent and sobbing as it all sank in. After a long time, I set up an abseil to strip the gear. You should have seen the smile on my face by the time I got down to Elaine. And I've been wearing it ever since! [1]</p>
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<h3>References</h3>
<p>[1] <a href="https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html" rel="noopener noreferrer">https://mikeowenfrance.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-do-steve-boote-climbing-hangar-and.html</a></p>
<p>[2] <em>Mountain</em> Issue 134 (1990), page 14 <a href="/library/11317/mountain-134" rel="noopener noreferrer">/library/11317/mountain-134</a></p>
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| 43759 | 8th January 2026 | 09:06:14 UTC | remus | library item | Mountain 134 | Contributor | |
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| 43760 | 8th January 2026 | 09:04:48 UTC | remus | media | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jkj3Buhfi2k&t=3224 | missing_right_to_reproduce | |
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