Initially the surface was made up of ‘good scree’. The softer stuff with enough depth to wedge a toe’s worth into for a foot hold. But the good stuff surely ran out, as did the shallow angled zig zags. And so the route veered sharply upward, a hard surface to shuffle upon covered with tiny rocks that slipped away underfoot. “Ace. Just what you need 300 odd metres up” I jibed at myself. “It’s like scaling a 500m ramp covered in marbles”, this was a little nerve wracking to say the least. But, slow and steady, a few whimperings from me, and eye-rollings from Cookie, and we soon made it up onto the relative safety of the half way terrace. Time for a refuel! ( And a change of pants. )
I scampered across this section a few times to collect the camera I left rolling, then back again to take some pictures. Nicky doesn’t like me messing about with the camera on tricky bits so I have to do it left on the tripod from afar. Anyhow it’s not too bad, easier going down it than up as with most scree.