Hindsight is a wonderful thing. Looking back, I would have usually stayed at home because of the weather but, when you have a cross on the wall planner signalling a day on the hill, you have little room for manoeuvring. Living with a hectic schedule, the day before or after would have been of no use whatsoever because I was booked in elsewhere.
I now know that we got the timing spot on. The day before, the main road was closed due to snow drifting, and on the evening we left for the hill, the snow returned. A blanket of white mantled the landscape in what many perceive as the archetypal picture-perfect day’s ferreting — in reality,
