The snow had to be somewhere, since its obviously been blown off the high hills.
So, turning down the opportunity to climb - mad isn't it - I went on search for the missing snow.
So this morning with only the mountain hares, the grouse and shadows for company, I stayed low sniffing out the best line for optimum "whee's".
Only stuck my head into the wind once to discover that trying to put away skins in more than a breeze is slightly problematic - bet our continental friends don't have that issue.
Oh, lets have a little bit of a reality check - there was a bit of heather on the lower slopes, but isn't that just part of the game?