As I led the top pitch up to the end of the climb and looked over my shoulder, having secured the rope ready to bring Graham up, I realised it had been more than worth it. The view was spectacular. We congregated at the top and made our way back down to the camp. We had a quick bite to eat (Camembert and salami sandwiches again), dismantled the tents and made the 5 miles back to the car. That night we had the luxury of camping at a real camp site. It had running water, toilets...everything! I took the opportunity to wash my top, using shampoo, the shower and the hand dryers. It kind of worked.

We rested up that night, even having a pint or two in the nearby pub, and watching the world cup game (England Vs. America), which was very disappointing. We knew that we had a very long walk and difficult climb the next day. But little did we know just how much of an epic the next climb would turn out to be...