They've started calling it 'my' curse ... every training big or small I've undertaken for a number of years now has started off with a big storm. Our training trip to Scotland last weekend was no exception. With 70mph gusts predicted, we anchored ourselves well and marvelled at our little tent as it flexed in the wind but stayed miraculously intact. Next morning brought a new problem - all the snow had disappeared! Unwilling to go higher when tougher winds were on the way, we struggled off the mountain dragging our sledges from snow patch to snow patch finding our way across rivers which had become noticeably more significant since the day before with all the melt water....ah well, all good training.