It was definitely a much more sensible choice than Hoove even if the gale force winds were frightful on the steep ascent and summit. Although it was a lung-buster and calf/thigh burner, it was relatively short and most importantly, well defined.
I was grateful and relieved beyond belief to be greeted by four chaser calls when I called CQ on my handie at the summit. It was obvious even from the parking spot that there would be zero chance of erecting an antenna in that wind.
I must admit, I hadn’t checked the weather forecast in detail, other than being aware that Storm Caroline, busy battering the Shetlands, would likely be contributing some more than significant breeze a few hundred miles south - which it was. So content with my four contacts, I ambled back down in a fairly relaxed mood, just making sure that I didn’t slip up, especially with not having my trekking poles with me.
I stripped off my waterproofs and boots, and got in the car. On went the radio and the heater. And almost immediately came the mother of all hailstorms. How lucky was I not to have been caught in that!
I watched the hail for a while, but then needed to get going to that night’s gig in East Kilbride.