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  After losing my fourteen year old son to a long time illness in 2000, I felt that I needed to get away from the interfering sympathetic people. Although it was in the heart of a cold winter, plus friends and family advising me that camping out in the freezing cold was not the way forward in getting over my loss, I had already made my mind up to get away from it all. But little did I realise it at the time, but the sub-zero temperatures almost cost me my own life, and on more than one occasion. This is my story of a week of hiking in Nortern Britain during a lot of heavy snowfalling.