Must admit being up in Skye in absolutely foul conditions, in the Red Cuillin, Sligachan, Trotternish, was fantastic.

The fact that in a week (and 85 miles) of running, I only saw one other person on the hills, and that was within quarter of a mile of Sligachan Inn, points to how wild it was (probably also points to the insanity of people who enjoy this weather!)