I started up a new E8 but broke a hold and decked out, breaking my leg. I set off to hobble off the hill using my poles so I could avoid a rescue. Masa went to the top of the crag to retrieve my rope, but fell at the top of the V-diff route we used for descent and dropped the height of the cliff, bouncing down the gully, landing on the rucksack full of ropes each time. He was very bashed up but not broken. At the loch below I waited for him in the dark, fearing the worst, but unable to walk back up and look for him. Finally, he appeared out of the dark and rain, looking like he’d been in the trenches. [1]