It was one of those days.
When the sky seemed to be brushing the top of your head.
When the wind screamed like a jet engine and tore at your clothes.
One of those days when you wore two hoods and wondered about Paramo.
When you realise how difficult it is to carry out the simplest tasks when wearing gloves.
When the crowds stayed away from the hills.
And when, despite the cold, the wind and the mud, you feel alive.