"I haven't led a grit E5 for six years..."

The day started ominously, with just Iain Johnson and myself savouring the delights of Cooper's Caff (other people's left over breakfasts). On the way to Nether Tor, the skies darkened, the rain threatened and I envisaged knitting toast in front of a roaring fire before long.
As usual, I was completely wrong. By the time Iain and I had done three or four routes the sun was out and the losers who had instead gone to the wall were left nursing tendonitis & regret.
Andy Stewart (bless his cotton socks) was enticed by the strange beauty of Bancroft's "Edale Bobby"...he brushed it, girded his loins and led the thing. Iain & I followed and whooped with delight at one of the best routes we'd done on grit for years. Truly, truly great...I hope that Alex's pictures do the route justice.
We finished off the day with some epic cleaning, Andy was very brave again on Al Parker's "Recoil Rib" (VS in 1974, E3/4 today). At the end of it all, we went down into the valley for beer, chips & onion rings at The Nag's Head and that, like the Hokey Cokey, is what it's all about.