Our summer Scottish stackstravaganza began in the far north west, camping on the beautiful Sheigra beach.
The next day's forecast was moody and grey, but we set off on the bike across towards headland and then hiked down to our first view of am Buachille. A short, sharp swim and two pitches later saw us on top after careful dodging of four fluffy white cruxes and the grovely grit and grease of Landward Face's pitch 1. As the ab began, the rains started to fall: a lucky escape. One stack down.