Crunched by john smoothy 37 years after the fact: good enough to the intermediate belay, thereafter juggy slab with marginal pro ending in 5m leadout to the top with not a sliver of metallic comfort. What's a cautious old dog to do? Hardly a warm recommendation for beginners.
A bit of corner, wall, crack and roof, with veg ledge in between.
Yet barely had I set up belay and the Acolyte reached The Gold Standard, than a piercing thunderclap prompted hasty retreat into our caves, ere our aluminium friends, acting as conductors of divine power, rendered us insensible to the abrupt following deluge, which itself rendered further progresss impossible. Elements 1, Humanity 0, no extra time.
Looked good, but too hard to pull up on a slopy thing and a crimp with zero for the feet. Great lumps obviously torn off by previous ascentionists, with more possible.
Got racked and pumped up but was singularly discouraged by the Acoylte's apprehension that the only possible means of ascent to avoid disturbing stacked sheets of honeycombed cheese was "by waving your hands". Added to which a displeasing #mankycarrot on the headwall, observed to be sticking out a good 2 inches in the old measure, and bent downward to boot, cast a thin shadow of deep uncertainty over the proceedings.
