I'm hoping that this photo tells a bit of a story and conveys a mood.
I took this on Monday morning after my friend Scott (pictured) and I got caught out in the bush overnight. We had been climbing on Sunday at a seldom used crag that was on the side of a very steep, loose and rocky ridge. We left it too late to leave in the afternoon especially given that we didn't exactly know the route back from the bottom of the cliffs (we abseiled in from the top in the morning) and we ran out of light. With torch batteries running low and with horrendous terrain we decided to stay put till the morning.
Thus began a fairly cold and uncomfortable night tied into small trees so we didn't slide down the hill. When morning broke we realised that we'd made the right decision though, as the small cliff we had been attempting to scramble up the night before was a lot steeper and taller than it looked. With the light it didn't take us too long to find a better route and were back at the cars within a couple of hours.
All's well that ends well I guess.