In reply to Goucho:
Shit, you were lucky! A mate of mine, Adrian Cooper, fell off it soloing, also on a lazy summer afternoon. (He reckoned he was groggy from hayfever). I went over to solo it and saw a big pool of blood below. I think he hit his head. He recovered, although he later died of cancer. He was a great guy. I miss him.
You get so blase about routine solos. I used to do all the VS/HVS cracks at Ilkley endless times in the 70s. One day, 40 feet up, I realised I'd taken both hands out of a jamming crack at the same time. They went back in again at the speed of light!
Soloed that silly slab at Frogatt whose name escapes me now (the is it HVS or E1) once a year for nearly 25 years. Last time, it didn't feel right. Reversed. Back up again. Still didn't feel right. The little voice inside (which is never wrong) said, "Walk away." For once I listened.
Gotta keep listening to that little voice inside which we all have. I'd been ignoring it of late until last Sunday when, 30 seconds after getting off the ab rope, there was a huge crash and several life disposing blocks landed just where I'd been. The little voice said, "See, I f*cking told you so. Go home. Now." I went home.
Gotta keep listening to that little voice. It keeps us alive.
Mick