Looking back at the Galwey Creek crossing point on the official trail. I balanced across the first two (farther) logs, but crawled across the last (nearest) one like a caterpillar. In the process losing my pole to the creek. Therefore making caterpillar the least useful of the log crossing techniques. It seemed too high for balancing across and was too low for sitting down au-cheval (or however you spell that).
Another day when I wanted to do Sofa, but the wind scared me off. It wasn't that bad in the morning, but around noon picked up and became truly awful. It was gusting horribly for the last part of the ridge, south from the true summit. When I got to the end of the ridge it was so bad it was basically blowing me over as I sat down. Thankfully my descent was somewhat sheltered from the worst of it.