Beinn Chapull

I've no idea what it means in gaelic, but to me this is always going to be the hill of the mouse. There it was just in front of my foot and intent on taking evasive action, but it couldn't decide which direction to go in, so there it was scampering around while I was doing what comes naturally - screaming. It was a big mouse - honest.
The weather was all over the place too, including two hailstorms - the first when we sat down for lunch and the second firing daggers in to our faces on the way down.
The photo? Well, it was so windy on top the camera overbalanced on the trig point. That's me just moving to save it!