Day 12, 10am. Down and dirty with a young freerange boar.
~ Plateau du Cuscione. The afternoon saw a traverse of the Incudina, with a steep descent to the Asinao hut, during which I was overtaken by several parties in an obvious hurry. I found out why later - they must have heard a weather forecast and were rushing to bag places in the hut. I was less well-informed.
The trouble started after dark, with some distant lightning flashes away to the south-west. The storm came swiftly and inexorably up the Asinao valley, and broke with frightening force - rain in stair-rods, a ferocious wind, and lightning of an intensity such as I had never experienced before. In other circumstances I would have found it impressive and enjoyable, but in my little Akto, frequently flattened but resilient, it was far from funny.