Trying to be a "winter climber" when you live south of Scotland, and don't have huge opportunities to get to Scotland or further afield, is a completely quixotic task. It is a task of such heart break, frustration, guilt and even anger that it says something about the specialness of the goal that we keep doing it.
But surely I'm not the only English or Welsh winter climber currently sat at work and looking at online weather reports and pictures in conditions reports and thinking - "this weekend, it just has to work? Surely this game on...?"
I'm not asking for your route choices, but I just want to know I'm not the only one who is _this_ absurdly excited about having found a keen partner and got a pass from the family to be away on Sunday? It's like being 5 on Christmas Eve again.
Off to look at the pics on Ground Conditions in the UK Mountains FB group again...