I've never met him, but I like to think that Steve Wall wears khaki duds, says crikey a hell of a lot, and when he gets roused runs around like an excited puppy. What I do know is that at the merest hint of swell he points the chariot south and hunts down the meanest slabs and ledges he can find. And, like that other hunter used to, he rarely comes home empty handed. Here's a few trophies from a recent trip.//STUART NETTLE