A cold and windy morning. No internet until 10.30 (I got a shock when I went downstairs and found a brightly flashing router) then a BT man in Calcutta miraculously fixed it in a minute. 

I braved the weather and walked up the track towards High Sweden Bridge, though I had no intention of going all the way. Occasionally there was a strong gust of wind, it blew the lying snow and visibility decreased dramatically (extra). When it blew with such force that I felt safer crouching down I knew it was time to turn around.