Probably the coldest I have ever been and might ever be. Baltic does not even begin to describe the coldest temperatures of minus 27 degrees celcius with freezing mist hanging over the loch so cold that it became painful to breathe. How odd then to find the loch wasn't frozen but instead gave a beautiful reflection of the plunging scree on the far side. The scene has surprising complexity brought about by the sweeping lines of collapsed grasses buried under thick rime which was visibly crystallising out of the air whilst I was working there.

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