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Slatehead by Peter Goulding: Passion For Heights [book review]

Slate is boring isn’t it? It’s just the stuff used to make roof tiles or – if you’ve adopted the trend of recent years – to decorate your garden borders and paths. Definitely not something to get excited about. 

But for the people who class themselves as “slateheads”, slate is anything but dull. They revel in the way it changes according to the light and moisture. Far more significantly, they view climbing great slabs of slate as an unsurpassable, exhilarating experience. 

The abandoned slate quarries of North Wales are a magnate for these enthusiasts. Among them is Peter Goulding, a northerner by birth who has fallen in love with the ridges, fissures and square-cut galleries in the rock faces and the waterfalls of scree that plunge down to old quarry buildings and lakes. 

Slatehead: The Ascent of Britain’s Slate-climbing Scene is Goulding’s award-winning account of a slate climbing culture that has grown up since the 1980s. He was a latecomer to the party but, just like his predecessors, he fell in love with the quarries around Snowdonia. He has become, he says,  “a connoisseur of the beauty and fear of the quarries.” 

Slate carved from this part of North Wales was once sent all around the world. At their peak, each quarry employed thousands of men. But then the industry largely collapsed and, one by one, the quarries closed. The abandoned tunnels, train tracks, and explosives sheds present an alien almost apocalyptic vista, made doubly eerie by the noise of the rock plates as they rub against each other.

I can remember seeing these quarries on a family holiday in North Wales when I was a child. Driving through them in the mist and rain (yes it does rain a lot in Wales), they looked desperately bleak and ugly.

Penrhyn Slate Quarry, about 1900, one of the two largest slate quarries in Wales. Photo: Wikipedia, creative commons license

Slatehead illustrates both the awful magnificence of this landscape but also its natural beauty.

On a climb one day Goulding takes a backward glance at his route. Behind him is

the black chasm of Hades, a great split in the rock into which the screen pours down. The waterfall trickles away into the fissures and hollows of the mountain, never filling it up. I shudder, and not from the cold of the damp shadows.

On other days it’s the way the light catches the slate that attracts his attention, making flashes of purple and pinkish grey visible among the heather and moss.

It’s one of the reasons why, after his first visit in 2014, he fell in love with slate climbing. With each visit he challenged himself to tackle ever more technically difficult ascents and routes.

The technical aspects of the book passed me by. I know what a carabiner clip looks like but I’ve no idea what a belay involves (it’s a safety mechanism apparently) or the difference between clove hitch, lark’s foot and Italian hitches.

But that mattered not a jot because what kept me engrossed was the spirit of determination and adventure that unites Peter with the pioneers of quarry climbing. Working class climbers like the legendary Joe Brown, were followed by drop outs, punks, the unemployed and petty criminals.

Together they created some of the toughest, scariest climbs in the region, with ever more creative names. Cemetery Gates and Cenotaph Corner give you an inkling of the danger they present but where did Disillusioned Screw Machine, Jumping On A Beetle and Orangutang Overhang come from? I don’t imagine any of them are as much fun as their names suggest.

I’m certainly not in a hurry to get close and personal with any of them. Slatehead was an absorbing account of a deep and abiding love for rock and the joys and thrills of ascending its heights.

Slatehead by Peter Goulding: Endnotes

Peter Goulding, author of Slatehead. Photo credit: credit Benny Hiscocke

Peter Goulding is a climber from the north of England who spent most of his working life in pubs, kitchens and on building sites. He currently works at a Center Parcs village as an instructor. He completed the creative writing programme at the University of East Anglia.

Slatehead, his first book, won the 2019 New Welsh Writing Award for Writing with a Welsh Theme or Setting. It was published by New Welsh Rarebyte, an imprint of the New Welsh Review in June 2020.

I’m counting this towards my #20booksofsummer reading project.


What do you need to know about me? 1. I'm from Wales which is one of the countries in the UK and must never be confused with England. 2. My life has always revolved around the written and spoken word. I worked as a journalist for nine years then in international corporate communications 3. My tastes in books are eclectic. I love realism and hate science fiction and science fantasy. 4. I am trying to broaden my reading horizons geographically by reading more books in translation

19 thoughts on “Slatehead by Peter Goulding: Passion For Heights [book review]

    • It’s definitely the safer option – you are far less likely to fall

  • Sounds fascinating! I’m not a climber, though I’m happy to amble up the odd hill – but I do love mountains and I can understand the appeal of climbing them. However, I have *seen* the slate quarries of North Wales and am in awe of anyone attempting to shin up them…

    • They look pretty unclimbable to me but then I think that whenever I see climbers in action

  • Climbing a rock face looks frightening to me but scrambling up slate sounds downright terrifying.

    • At least this group uses ropes – the people who do free climbing send shivers down my spine

  • What a fascinating book – I had no idea that this was a thing! I don’t think I’d like to try slate-climbing myself, but reading would be the perfect way to experience it.

    • I think I feel much more comfortable reading it than trying to do it – I get petrified by heights, even seeing people on tv climbing makes me queasy

  • We went to a slate mine when we were in Wales, and yes indeed it was gloomy. So was the authentic miner’s dinner that we had in the authentic miner’s canteen where we had lunch!

    • I can’t imagine haute cuisine was on offer. Let’s take a guess, what is some kind of stew (called Cawl)

        • They are essentially the same thing – cawl just has lamb instead of the beef. I don’t know what that orange vegetable would have been but probably not pumpkin ..

        • I did wonder.. it’s a family joke that my father always refused to eat pumpkin, because like most English people (so he said) he considered pumpkin pig food, until one night we were served it when we were guests at a dinner, and he turned to my mother and asked why she never served it because it was delicious…

  • My great aunt’s house when it was built was a farm house on the outskirts of Melbourne with a lovely slate roof (and stables and orchard). I wonder if the slate came from Wales. But more to the point, every now and then a book about sport crosses over into literature. It’s amazing when it happens, but you need explorers to sort the good ones from all that dross.

    • the ability to get people interested in an activity in which they don’t participate themselves, is a real skill


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