We soon discovered that both of our navigational facilities were leaving much to be required on this particular day – as Hamish gleefully reminded me about 15 times, “there’s no such thing as a shortcut to 204g”. After two hours of bunde bashing, climbing up and down limestone escarpments and generally suffering, we had not managed to get any closer than 100 metres to 204g despite attacking it from several directions. After a final valiant effort which was met with yet another sheer cliff of rock and bunde, we decided to cut our losses and try something else. The weather was predictably miserable – the wind had dropped a bit, but we were frequently assailed by heavy downpours of rain, sleet and hail and the temperature can’t have risen much above 4 degrees. After a sizeable cloud decided to snuggle onto the plateau, presumably for warmth, visibility dropped to around 20 metres and remained there until late afternoon. After extensive sampling, I can confirm that being repeatedly slapped in the face and balls by large truncheons of recalcitrant bunde does little to endear one to the joys of prospecting!