... I had walked this route several times before so when I reached the gate at the top I knew that the path went straight on, so I did too and was very surprised to immediately find myself up to my thighs in snow so I had to pick my way around the drift. This was fun. By the time I was returning, which was only about 20 minutes the wind had drifted snow over my thighprints ready to catch the next person. Tricky little blighter, Nature!
The journey back had me walking into the wind and I saw the world through streaming eyes, I reached the car, chucked my walking clothes into my mobile wardrobe and sat in the car. That was great. I promised myself a small, heavily peated whisky when I got home and I am pleased to tell you that I kept my promise - twice!