High above us I saw the old man still climbing.

The man climbed to the top of it, the wife following.

The first man now climbed in after me and closed the door.

Hearing a sound, he turned to see another man climbing behind him.

Then, without a word, the man climbed back into the front seat and the drive continued.

The two men climbed out of the van and went up to the house.

As he called a name, a man climbed on a horse.

Ten years later to the day, to the hour, a man and a woman climbed the hill.

The two men climbed into the back of the truck.

Through the window I could see some men climbing over the wall and getting down into the garden.