"I continued with the boldness of youth. Fearing the worst for my arms, I mounted the top of a large flake. From here, if climbing with my school climbing club, I would have been lowered off in the glory of success. But not this time.
Ahead was a damp grass slope. I stood around for a while complaining about the wind. My legs were shaking again, but this time from the cold. I cautiously climbed the slippery slope, my heart pounding,"
writes
Ian Jackson.:
http://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/page.php?id=563 
