 
Deep water soloing makes me push myself harder than any of the other climbing disciplines. The fear of the fall motivates and gives me the appetite to finish the route. The cold British waters, jellyfish, wet shoes or a redraw back are enough to put me off falling at all. And these are always in the back of my mind, but once I’m focused on the rock and have set aside these fears, I can climb freely and in relative safety without ropes. Though this mindset can sometimes be hard to achieve. The water is a fine line between being a safety net that urges you to climb higher, and at the same time makes you dread falling, as you realize it could mean hitting the water uncontrollably onto your back from 10m. Winded underwater, then coming up spluttering and gasping for air.