Day 11, 2pm. Approaching the Usciolu hut.~ Well, there was some rain but it didn't come to much.
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.
Day 13, 11am. Aiguilles de Bavella.~ The storm had cleared by daybreak, though the wind continued to blow fiercely and this, combined with the sleepless night, meant a walk beneath the Aiguilles rather than the intended 'alpine variant' which winds its way around and along the ridge and is much to be recommended (apparently).
