I totally had to front point up that first steep section of ice and my partner Gordon did a great job leading the second pitch with only five solid screws and a dodgy two ice axe belay.
Then I French styled it all the way to our bivy cave where we cooked dinner. We ran out of our gourmet ravioli, so for the second course we resorted to plan B, a fried can of red beans mixed with the last of the cocoa powder.
In the morning we waited until the sun touched our faces before cooking up a nice bacon and egg breakfast with crumpets, jam and percolated coffee.