Photographs do not very easily convey the gradients that you are climbing, or rather it could be my limited position to take a photograph from, due to being locked to the anchor point by a clove hitch through my ropes.
Tom would climb up ahead of me, with me letting out the rope from the anchor as he climbed up. Once in a safe spot Tom would stop, create another safety anchor and I would climb up to him with him belaying me. We played this game of catch up about five times up the route. At each anchor we were using different types of anchor to hold us; little metal bolts with wires attached which fit snuggly into cracks in the rock, using ice screws into hard ice, placing a sling over a pinacle and also using snow stakes, each time securing two different anchor points and sharing the load between them using a sling.
