Three-quarters. And the year after, the even hotter summer of 1976, when I repeated the adventure, nasty, fast-moving little brown round things like big lentils that were unsquashable with wings that dropped off when you tried to bash them. And clegs. On hot nights we daren't open the men's dorm windows for fear of clouds of midges moving in. We climbed The Saddle in Kintail on one of the hottest days I remember. I have a photo of me standing on the summit in skimpy trunks. Jayz, there wasn't a pick on me.