In reply to GrahamD:
From my own experience here is a cautionary story about the Boulder Ruckle that led to the inshore lifeboat rescuing me from the foot of the Marmalada Buttress.
After doing a couple of routes at the other end of the Ruckle (Silhouette Arete and Black Sunshine) we wandered down to the Marmalada ab point as my partner was keen to have a crack at Finale Groove. I was rather anxious about this as the routes at the East end of the Ruckle had been very wet, especially those following cracks and corners, also my climbing form on the day was not great and I knew that seconding (at the very least) a top end VS to escape the Marmalada area was going to be tough for me in poor conditions.
When we got to the ab point just after 5pm there were a couple of other teams just finishing routes, they did let us know conditions were less than ideal, but the fact they had managed routes persuaded us to ab in. On inspection it was clear that Finale Groove was not a viable option as it was dripping wet , the more open line of Lightning Wall seemed a sensible alternative and I figured I'd manage it OK having previously done the route (in good conditions).
My partner led as a single pitch and found conditions difficult, hence taking a long time over the lead and only just getting through the crux (after the break) with a rest on gear. This left me with limited daylight to follow. When I reached the crux the holds had that slippery humid coating that Swanage specialises in and each time I ascended to the gear above the break I struggled to make the traverse moves rightwards onto the wall. I was expending a lot of energy trying to pull the sequence off on dripping holds, wasting a fair bit of effort on swearing loudly at the situation too! Eventually I committed to the moves, unfortunately I then came off, took a pendulum fall and ended up (with rope stretch) hanging just below the undercut traverse in clear air.
With difficulty I communicated this to my partner (who tied me off on his plate) and I tried to set up a prussik arrangement to ascend the tied off lead lines until I could climb again. I struggled to get my old, stiff and rather too short prussiks to bite on the new shiny/skinny lead ropes, at this point I should have been more patient and persisted with adjusting the cords (perhaps they would have bitten) - instead I thought "I know my prussiks bite well on the ab line, perhaps it is best to be lowered and ascend that" not my wisest decision ever - especially as I didn't have a torch on me (big lesson).
But by now the die was cast, as I began arranging the prussik for the ab line I was alarmed at how shattered I was from the days climbing and particularly my several vain attempts at the Lightning Wall crux. My hands were also cut in several places from falling from a sharp chert hold, none of this was helping as the last light ebbed away. I managed to prussik the considerable amount of stretch out of the system and get off the floor, but this effort used pretty much all my remaining energy, and I was having visions of ascending 20m and not having anything left to get to the top, I knew ending up in that position would make rescue much harder, so at this point shouted up to my partner that contacting the coastguard was the best option. Fortunately he heard enough to make sense of what I wanted and was able to summon the coastguard team relatively quickly (although it felt an age when sat in the dark at the foot of the Ruckle). The coastguards were efficient and summoned the RNLI inshore boat that picked me up and zipped me around to Swanage town.
At the time of the rescue I was a relatively experienced climber (several hundred trad routes under my belt and a veteran of several previous Boulder Ruckle forays) â just throw a few variables in the mix though (poor conditions, encroaching darkness, inadequate prussiks, fatigue) and it is amazing how quickly a situation can escalate. In hindsight I had perhaps become over confident in what seemed a familiar environment, hence mistakes such as the dodgy prussiks and lack of headtorch.
Glad to have enjoyed a couple of incident free years since then, definitely learnt some lessons and am a good deal more circumspect in my approach now. Still thankful to my partner who did everything right, the Swanage lifeboat crew (impeccable) and Scott Titt who kindly recovered the gear we abandoned in the route. Nothing worse than cut hands and bruised ego as the collateral damage, but hopefully an illustration of what can all too easily happen in the Ruckle.