Watching the sunset at the end of a hard day's climbing on Mingulay.
Hands full of warm Reiff sandstone.
Grasping the jug on the lip of Burning Desire.
Soloing multiple classic V's in a weekend on Ben Nevis when I was young and foolish.
Sitting on the summit of Jebel Rum in the cool of the evening watching the swallows circling on the updraughts.
Alone at midnight on the windless summit of Mont Blanc after a wonderful solo of the Innominata Ridge.
Never, ever having to go near the Eiger again.