There it stood languishing in mist like a 'still life' painting hanging up in some 19th century Manor house drawing room. This was Quinag, an odd shaped mountain in north west Sutherland, plenty of exposure and fantastic moments, sweeping ridges and unforgetable views - I've done it several times but my pals, Dave 'Colleague' Shaw and Luke 'George' George, hadn't, so Quinag was in our sights again. Funny how the mountains of Wester Ross are all bunched up like a heaving mass of unfathomable geometry yet when you step over into Sutherland they are all spaced out like island sentinels over an empty kingdom. Well here we are at 8.00am practicing our cloudbursting skills to no effect. We all concurred, what was the point spending a day in the hills with visibility reduced to about 10 feet when we could climb a little known but iconic hill just down the road and give a visual handshake to virtually everything in sight. A wee hill, an arms length short of 50...