One of the boldest routes on grit at the time.
It was such an obvious line, one I'd looked at regularly as a lad. I'd abseiled down it and cleaned it a bit, and then persuaded a kid called Richard Cox, who just happened to be at the crag that day, to hold my rope. The final moves out of the ramp and up a short wall are on poor smears for your feet. Mess that up and there's a good chance you'll hit the ground from fifty feet. But it's a brilliant climb, done years before sticky rubber became available. It was also, at the time, the most serious new route I'd put up, if not the most technically difficult.
References
[1] Ron Fawcett, Ed Drummond 'Ron Fawcett: Rock Athlete', Vertebrate Publishing, 2011