I took some pictures of what caught my eye, when my eyes were not caught by snow and hail. It looks a bit bleak in its own way, but then it was.
The hard weather has taken its toll on deer; they have come down from their hilltops, often to their detriment.
There was an old ice house in the hill face, looking out towards the sea. It would have served the fishermen who would have set their nets nearby. Being some distance from a harbour, the ice house served as a refrigerator.
With the challenge of the weather conditions, not that you can really see just how difficult they could be from these pictures, we decided, once at the ice house, it was time to turn back. We could only struggle on into more exposed places. It was best to stop while we felt we were ahead of the game.
A wintry view of the return journey.
We struggled against the wind on our way back. There was a halfway car park that we had not used, though we met another couple of people who had. They also stayed on lower levels than we did and said, they found it bracing enough doing that. Bravely, we declined a ride to the top of the path, another quarter mile or so nearer to our car. The last few yards to the car were a dash to get out of the next heavy hailstone battering. It made the flask of hot coffee and snacks all the more enjoyable.