Well-enough protected overhanging gibbon-style start leads straight into beached-whale belly-roll onto shale ledge followed by meerkat-style mantle off dead tree ... bring on the mixed metaphors and 54 year grade creep!
Struggled hard for the onsight then cruised up the 20m of grey slab with some lichen and very few options for modern protective devices, so once again, B minus for Mr B. Still, there was warmth just round the corner out of the wind.
Checked this out as a potential service to Matt B of Mt B, who could literally walk to his local with a tin mug of tea still hot, if not impeded by the crowds of instaspammers picknicking on the paragliders astroturf.
As for "Us", carefully navigate between broken breaks with very sharp ironstone edges with a few bits of pro then up a bumbly slab to the shared anchor - sorry, Mr B!
As an experience I'd give it 5 stars although it's neither hard nor really interesting. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't an old moonshine smuggling route from the valley up the prominence of the ridge to the lookout, up which they used to haul barrels of grog on hemp ropes. Still, there it was, ground up solo to an unknown destination with a view to make one weep.
There is a line of glued in Petzl fixed hangers directly below, and above to the left of, the belay cave, compared to the topo in the guidebook that goes left and up the arete to the cave. The cave has belay chains and an extra carrot, which means the whole thing is now a retro-bolted sport route, no doubt to prevent beginners from coming to grief.
Struggled hard for the onsight then cruised up the 20m of grey slab with some lichen and very few options for modern protective devices, so once again, B minus for Mr B. Still, there was warmth just round the corner out of the wind.