So the whirlwind of enthusiasm that was Michael Reardon has been destroyed by a bigger force of nature than himself – a rogue wave sweeping him off Valentia Island on Friday. Noone sat on the fence when asked their opinion of him. He was without doubt a law unto himself. I will not forget watching him toss his blonde locks in Atlantic winds as he coolly soloed E5s at Ailladie, nor his infectious if sometimes overbearing enthusiasm. Climbing with him or near him was always an experience! The world is poorer and the climbing landscape of Ireland less colourful this week. Maybe he has found the ancestors he always sought to get close to on his visits to the "emerald isle" at last…Dave Flanagan’s always-great website TheShortSpan has a nice tribute to Michael.