" I arrived at the natural thread to have one rope running up the outside (as it should do) and one rope running through the thread, he had stitched me up again. First that big tuft of hair, then his glasses appeared over the edge of the crag, and finally that mischievous grin. What could you do? I sorted out my ropes, and tried to be grumpy as I topped out but just ended up laughing with him. The bastard had got me again! "