
We arrived on the summit just after 9am and half an hour had passed whilst we rested and snapped photos. Jonathan gave us the option to stay on at the summit a bit longer but we knew we had to get back down safely. The grande couloir would be thawing now and waking up as a result. The later we crossed it then the more dangerous it would be. We decided to start heading down in the next few minutes. I had my own quiet time to reflect on things and be inwardly emotive and philosophical before we left. My mother had inspired me to make this journey. I was pleased that I had made it for myself but also for her and all my family and friends back home. I waved to the sky as I had done on other peaks in case she was spectating. I knew that I probably wouldn't stand on this spot again so I knelt down on the high patch of snow once more and Julie snapped me as the highest person in europe at that moment one last time for prosterity.
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