Today I'm breaking from the usual format of this blog and from the mountain theme of recent posts. I just want to share with you one of those great days of migration, full of heart-stopping moments, that come from time to time. The winds over Gibraltar on Friday 14th May were strong and from the north-west. The temperature was cold for the time of year, starting at 13C at 7am and only rising to 20C. The strong winds kept the feeling of cold.