In reply to Somerset swede basher:
Your mention of a rusty peg reminded me...
Westcott Wattle. <shudder> a name that still chills me. It's a bit like proper Loose Devon Culm, but Cornish.
Picture the scene, January 1991, cold and dark early in the evening.
A fellow intrepid idiot 6th former and myself had set out to climb a route called Alaska, a VS with only one of Iain Peters' (hope I got that apostrophe right!) tombstone marks next to it in the guide and no sign of any stars..
AL had topped out and set up a belay suspiciously fast, which was OK by me as I was by now up to my knees in water and it was nearly dark.
Luckily the guidebook was correct; "protection is conspicuous by its absence" - a phrase I can quote from the good book even now without referencing it, though I have to check the spelling of conspicouios - so despite the growing gloom I had few runners to remove and slow my upward progress.
Arriving at the top I was greeted by the sight of my intrepid friend and the single small cam he was attached to.
By now the bottom of the route was very wet indeed and a swift decision was taken to traverse the ridge top of the slab towards the main cliff.
Thankfully I don't remember how we protected this traverse, was it a new route, did we solo it, or wing it?
Luckily there was a moon and clear skies that night, which allowed us to find a peg, but thankfully not quite enough light to see if it was any good...
Looking at the guidebook now, the first ascent of all three routes on that slab were in 1987 so it was probably one of the newest pegs on the Culm.
We both survived the abseil into what was now waist deep water, and then set about crossing the rocks and water back to the beach and path back to the car. Both of us ended up swimming at one point.
I'll have to go back one day, maybe not to climb the route, but just to laugh at how crazy I used to be.
Sorry to waffle on. It's fun to reminisce even if that particular "worst belay anchor" was much less scary than many of the stories above