Leisurely breakfast in bed waiting for the rain to clear wasn't exactly a hardship (see extra).
Then a morning of being "scared" or 'wobbly" as C practised coaching and roping me up, down and across various slopes of increasing sketchiness.
Obvs the moment I did nearly stack it was trying to get onto the big simple very slidy bouldewr trying to be Queen of the land of Limestone and the Lone Island! (other extra)