Up and over...

the stones and heading for the small peak on the skyline. That's a polite translation of the Gaelic, Cioch Mhor! It was so hot but just lovely. There were Hawkers in the boggy runnels and even a Northern Brown Argus butterfly way up. I was surprised to see them at 600m.
On the slopes there were Cloudberries, not quite ripe though. There were some good clumps of Yellow Saxifrage too.