In reply to PaulTclimbing:
> I dropped my right hand glove on a solo climb off the argentiere basin in winter. I had only one pair .Over the edge it went and out of sight. I Thought oh dear. Five minutes later...I was surprised to see it fully inflated in the high wind updraft and floating up and down 20ft away in space....like the hand in the Adams family.....waving at me above the big drop...until miraculously it flew round in a circle and landed at my left foot
Good story. I've seen the same kind of thing happen (in Scotland, not the Alps) with a map: it blew away, unfolded in the air, went away up and quite some distance horizontally for 20-30 seconds (your five minutes is very impressive) before coming back round into my companion's hand like a pink 1:50k boomerang. It was a beautiful thing to see, highlight of the day.
Also re gloves blowing away, a couple of decades ago I was on Carrifran Gans in the Borders with Alan Dawson of Marilyns fame. It was quite a fierce winter day, during which I became perhaps the only person ever to complete a round of Donalds on an outing that involved crampons. It was windy as well as icy and on the way up I contrived to let a Buffalo mitt escape. It blew away, gone a hundred metres in seconds, no point in trying to chase it, especially not across steepish ground. We carried on, over the top and so to White Coomb, before coming back a different way - not miles different but certainly a fair old distance (downwind) from the slope we'd gone up. And there, tucked into a little gully and snagged on a rock or some heather, a couple of hours after it had been lost, was my glove. If we'd gone down the same slope either slightly to the left or right we'd have missed seeing it, but as it was we walked almost straight to it. That proved to be the highlight of the day, too; as Alan said at the time, it felt better to have lost something and then rather mysteriously found it again, than never to have lost it at all.