I was going to write a separate post on this but feel that Graeme has done this excellent testimony to the various hill-crimes perpetrated yesterday.
I do recall asking Graeme as we entered the snow-line "How's your hill-sense?" We both agreed it was pretty good. The climb up to the summit was a lot steeper than I had envisaged. Add to this, a ferocious wind, coruscating snow and hail and we were lucky if we waited 30 seconds at the summit. However, gone were the wrinkles on my face - in fact, gone was my face. I felt at one point that it was being ripped off by tiny needles being driven in by God. And, I hate being ripped off. I think by the time we got back to the car, I had uttered every profanity known to man and some new versions currently being looked up by experts on sweardom everywhere. I clearly remember looking back at Graeme on the descent to find he was on his hands and knees - obviously fixing his crampons but for one fleeting moment, I thought he may have been greetin'. I thought I'd join in. Tears and snotters everywhere. An atrocious day.
I'm sure it's a great hill in summer or on a clear Winter day but it'll be a while before I'm back there again.
