3c, 4c, whichever. In modern-day parlance – “It’s Nails”. I haven’t failed at this grade for quite a while but having bridged and smeared on wet shiny slimestone, perched above the back-breaking-potential chockstone with the prospect of very wet holds quite some distance higher, I decided to back off. The gratitude (or actually sighs of relief) from Dick, Jules and Tom were audible!
We salvaged an interesting foray on windy ledge and the passageway which winds its anfractuous route behind Aurora Arete before declining the Tiger Trot return leg in favour of more crawling whereas Tom adopted to role of ‘control group’ and seemed to prove that crawling is not the quickest way back to rucksacks.
The Moon has some nice new (but retro) tables and was serving pleasant beer as well.
I can’t understand why more of you don’t make the effort 😉