Silently, blank faced and focused I knuckled down to the next phase of the traverse. “I can ponder all this shit later” I thought to myself. “Right now is for concentration”. And so putting the height to the back of my mind, and firmly squashing any image of falling to my death that pushed it’s way into my mind, I focused all my energy on the few metres ahead. I can’t tell if I blinked the whole way down. My eyes wedged open taking in the detail and assessing the footholds. The ‘tough scree’ section and the condensed drop several hundred metres down to the hut, actually turned out to be easy in comparison. I think i was actually laughing with relief at one point :) Proper soft thick scree was a dream to decend on. Stabbing one foot in after the other, skiing down. “Thank **** for that!” I exclaimed as we strode through, legs starting to struggle to contain the wobbling from the intense exertion of the day.