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The consensus on Ben Sgulaird is that it is best left for a fine clear day, I saw at first hand that this is an understatement.
Out party of eight set out at 11pm on a crisp, clear and mild midsummer night, our Munro experience ranging from a Compleater to two Munro novices. We set off and once clear of the wood on the valley floor, found head torches were not necessary and our midge repellent was hardly being tested. The half moon set to the west as the ambient light from the horizon moved north as we headed up the east shoulder of Stob Gaibhre. After a quick stop for coffee we skirted round avoiding the mountain goats (we think, saw plenty of pairs of eyes but didn't get too close) to the lochan between the two main tops on our route.
We turned for the main target - Ben Sguilaird for sunrise. As we approached, the west cost came into view. Street lights marked the settlements dotted about and made us remember where most people would be right now - tucked up in bed!
We settled down at the massive cairn marking the summit, this provided a most welcome shelter as be made ourselves comfortable for sunrise.
We could not have hoped for the visual delights that followed as the light came round to the east horizon. We began picking out summits and distinctive landmarks - Arran, Cruachan, Jura, Rum, Colonsay, Nevis, Mamores - you get the idea. It may be easier to list what we couldn't see! A simply astounding viewpoint.
A golden warmth from the east drew our attention as the sun crept up, we stood back and admired it all.
- Aonach Eagach, I think..
Amongst the hills we caught a glimpse of Beinn Affleck and Stobh Telling Us Every Hill Name. This seemed like comedy gold at 5am!

Bed and breakfast soon entered our thoughts as we meandered down the slope towards the car park. Careful route choice needed here, and I certainly wouldn't have wanted to ascend by this steep north slope. The view west caught my attention during the descent.
After caffeine injection and breakfast we headed for home, the familiar viewpoints on the A82 basking in glorious sunshine. Twelve hours and a nap later the jetlag is kicking in, but so is that warm fuzzy feeling from experiencing something so majestic.
