I remember this feeling very much like the end of an era after six very intensive years of climbing, plus a very intense time at university (I'd just got a First) - and now I had a rather scary and uncertain future in London (going to the RCA film school in the autumn). The TV and film world turned out to be just as scary as I'd feared, though gave me some very good times indeed ... until it all went very badly wrong in the mid-1980s, which meant another rather different 'career direction' ...

I have a similar picture of my twin brother standing in the same place 5 years later. He was the only one who dared stand! He was killed on Skye less than a year later.

So sad to hear that, such an awful loss with a twin. Although my twin brother and I had many close shaves, we both survived and gave up serious climbing many years ago and "safe" rock climbing well over a decade ago. I'm really in many ways a completely different person now and look back at my 40 years of climbing in amazed wonderment that that was really me. Not really recognising myself any longer. I don't miss it at all. I still really enjoy walking and hillwalking (but very big hills don't appeal so much: they tend to be such a long grind ... sense of been there, done that, a 1000 times.) 'The seven ages of man', I guess :)