Nathan was working with the rest of the nineonesix-guiding team on the fourth University of Stirling winter meet. Nathan and his team thought they would try a traverse of the Forcan ridge before the storm that was forecast attacked. On the approach and for the first part of the ridge the weather held. But then the inevitable happened. Just when they thought they may get away with it, they were ambushed by raging winds that scoured and grated at any exposed flesh. With a well-timed descent and the wind on their backs they headed home with only the torrential rain to dampen their spirits. All of them stumbled through the youth hostel door with a big grin and a well earned appetite.