It had been a bitterly cold night at Lobuche, I had managed to sleep a little bit during the night, even though I'd a pounding headache. We all hoped that the cloud would lift today so we could see the views from base camp. It started off promising enough, but our hopes were soon dashed. As we crossed the Changri Glacier, heading for Gorak Shep the cloud engulfed us and the wind really picked up. By the time we had reached the lodge it was bitterly cold and there were a few odd flakes of snow starting to fall. After a quick bite to eat we headed off very slowly towards base camp. The lack of views and the cold wind made it a miserable two hour trudge for me. To be truthful I was a little disappointed when we actually reached base camp, I'm not sure what I was expecting. All that was there were a few piles of stones and tattered prayer flags. We spent about half an hour taking photos and having a look round before heading back to the lodge. There were no stunning views of the mountains that towered 10,000 feet above us. The only clues that we got that there was anything out there in the murky greyness was the occasional thundering crash from an avalanche somewhere on the slopes around us.