His tongue rolled dexterously over every syllable of his warning, relishing its taste: ‘it’s Baltic up there, boys.’ This wasn’t the first time we’d heard the summit of Cairn Gorm described this way. ‘Ye’ll be miserable’. The four of us were already wet from our journey from last night’s camp to the base station - an outdoors centre with a few rickety ski lifts packed away until the winter seas...