In reply to Doug:
> Someone called out the rescue after seeing our headlights going up hill at about 6 in the morning (January) in Torridon, that was in 1979.
One night sleeping under the stars at Roaches upper tier, it was decided a moonlit ascent of Sloth was in order.
No head torches to ad a frisson of extra excitement.
Runner round cheeseblock, and then just as I swung up onto the first move across the roof the whole place lit up like a football stadium.
I heard my mates shout up to me "F*ck it's Dougie".
When I looked down sure enough, there was the delightful Mr Moller with the biggest bloody torch I'd ever seen in one hand, and a shovel in the other.
I don't know what the speed record across the roof is, but I'm certainly in with a shout.