…We pushed ahead, the higher ground now snow covered, arriving at a wind scoured bealach where things didn’t look promising. Suddenly a gust of wind tore across the hill, lifting myself and another guy clean off our feet. My knee met the hard snow with a thump and I lay, windswept and winded. There was little need for further discussion. We turned and set off back down the corrie, picking our way through the snow and icy rocks, an early visit to the pub with it’s open fire and real ale a consolation prize.
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