Walked in to climb on Gars Bheann.
The wind chilling the already low temperatures and the cloud forming on its way across the face (second one over) convinced us that there was enough honour in the hour and a half steep sack-haul to run away and brew up on the beach.
We'd heard the stags rutting and walked past a wallow (basically a mud bath for those chaps who have got a bit excited).
Party with Adele and Spike in the evening.
