Breakfast with a view of the meadows and the sun falling on our table. We decide to walk and take the cable car up to Jimmy’s refuge where there is still plenty of snow and walk up to look at the Gran Cir Via Ferrata. The path takes us through an increasingly steep and snowy and exposed gully which of course you do not fully appreciate until suddenly you turn around and look where you are. I agreed to wait at the foot of the Via Ferrata while Jim went to have a look higher up. At first I was fine, but then stones came rolling down out of the snow and my feet were slipping in the snow and I looked down at how far up we had come, and was scared. Jim went out of sight and earshot, and I was worrying about if he had fallen off. But he was getting drawn further and further up the Via Ferrata, as it was quite easy even with no gear. By the time he did return I had transformed into a palpitating wreck pussyfooting my way back down even the easiest of moves, for this is what fear does to you. Afterwards I could laugh, but at the time I was frightened.