One August I camped within yards of this spring, something I'd always wanted to do, hoping to wake up to a glorious clear morning. I was woken during the night by footsteps on the gravel outside the tent - it was only a Red Deer. The next day, far from being glorious, was bitterly cold, with thick cloud and I needed full fleece and waterproofs until I got half way down Sron Na Lairig and came out into beautiful sunshine, meeting walkers in shorts and T-Shirts.