After an hour or two the Sun was well and truly hidden behind ever darkening clouds and it became clear that we were in for a little bit of rain. Well, as it happens we didn’t get a little bit of rain, halfway up a very steep, little used path through the woods, the heavens opened. Rain quickly gave way to sleet and this began to fall harder and harder. The noise of the downpour drowned out the racket we were making trying to get up the hill but made it impossible to listen for wildlife and with our heads down, both to protect us from the sleet and to help with the climb, the chance of seeing any wildlife let alone the Wild Boar were remote to say the least.
Whether it was the sound of the storm that allowed us to get close or just the fact that they were young and inexperienced, I don't know and to be quite honest I didn't care. My all weather camera cover (a black bin bag and the only thing that was actually waterproof) came off and I managed to get a few photographs before they decided we were far too close for comfort.