In reply to sutty:
1968. I can remember very little about it, except that it seemed at first quite hard to start, but then suddenly - oh, so that's it! it was all over. John and I had only been leading for about 2 1/2 weeks, but I really don't remember it very much at all. We just romped up it, really. What I remember most strongly, by far, was this character at that belay ledge just in front of us. We'd met him on and off several times over the previous fortnight - he too had just started climbing, and we had only got to know him by sight. On that Direct Route of the Mot stance he was bubbling over about Cemetery Gates, which he'd done the day before. Al Rouse.