The feel of the crystal under the middle finger of my left hand as I pulled into the crux move of Crazy Diamond with the whole crag to myself with an Autumn sun on my back and the mantra I can do this I can do this I can do this in my head.
Crawling over the top, completely pumped, on Wallbanger; just not my type of climb.
Keeping my head together on barmy Culm solos when the holds started to snap.
Finding the strangest gear on Solitude in Glencoe.