I'm thinking your walks are a tad more ambitious than mine?!
I recently walked up Malham Cove which is not hard, believe me--if I can do it can't be! My hubby said I'm not ready for Gordale Scar yet (which is in the same area), and I won't argue.
The only thing about Malham Cove - I really don't like all those steps! My knees don't take to steps so well - an incline, yes, but steps, no. I wasn't really ready for the Gordale Scar either - hence why I ended up hanging off it.
We started in Malham, walked up the Cove, then decided to head over to Malham Tarn for a picnic (it was a nice day about two years ago now as I recall). I was still feeling reasonably energetic, so we then decided to extend the walk yet further (rather than going back the way we'd come) -- neither of us really knowing what pleasures lay in store ahead of us. By the time we got to the Gordale Scar (the bad bit that you see me hanging off of), we had walked nearly 7 miles -- back when I wasn't used to walking that far, and most of the last bit down a steep descent with lots of scree underfoot. I was exhausted! Going back the way we'd come was no longer an option (7 miles on by then). And then - there was the rock! Climbing up it probably wouldn't have been so bad -- it's a convex shape & going up you can see where to get your feet & handholds. Climbing down it - well that was a different story. After hanging there awhile, panicking, screaming & crying...Steve finally got me talked down off the face of the thing - as in where I needed to put my feet... (We didn't have any rock climbing gear.) It's a miracle I got down without any major injury...my arms & shoulders were sore for a long time after. I was then getting congratulated by people at the bottom (who had probably been making pools as to what would happen to me) -- telling me how brave I was & how they couldn't have done that, blah blah blah. I just wanted everybody to go away so I could finish having my nervous breakdown by that point. We found a road & a place for me to sit eventually -- Steve went & got the car to come collect me...
We did the photo-op about a year later - when we took his parents walking around that area (but not up/down the Gordale Scar). Steve had me pose 'hanging' up against some rocks in the vicinity & then photo-shopped that image onto the actual thing where it all went down previously.