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We left the cabin at sunrise while the snow was still firm. Breakfast had been a poor affair of porridge and tea sweetened with condensed milk. Flakes of snow drifted down as we struggled into cold stiff shoes. Our leader chivvied us along and we retrieved the cycles from the wood store at the back. The idea was to make an attempt of the south face of Row Dow, a mysterious and sometimes gloomy ascent of wild country. There were six of us altogether, which could either be a help or a hindrance depending on temperament in foul conditions.