You would think that after a few years practice that I would learn.
I wrapped myself up in my leashes, I dropped my flask lid down the hill, I had forgotten how to use my crampons and we probably chose the wrong route as a warm up.
I was going to say that I had forgotten how to swing my tools, but this wasn't really appropriate today.
Instead of wearing my posh OR kit, I should have wrapped myself in a hessian sack so that I could stick to the ice in the chimney.
To sum up Di & Richards adventure: The Stirling Bomber 55m V,7 ** - bloomin' desperate.