It is the summit that I remember most clearly, close cropped green grass, of the kind that you only get on sandstone, above towering cliffs. But to get there there was a seriously long slog through the bog to the most amazing loch ringed with red sand, then the thousand foot of steep climbing and the ridge, which at times I traversed on my knees. It is a small mountain, less than 2,500 feet, but it isn't a mountain which is easy to forget, and the more I write the more vivid it becomes. I have remembered my first ever view, from the Altnacealgach. I have remembered the view from Canisp and the view from the Devil's Elbow, upon which this painting is based.
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