Quinag stood out against a clear blue sky and, as my eyes traced along the two thousand feet of skyline, I wondered if there was anyone on top of the precipice who could see me. Having found the track again, it seemed a good time to rest and have a bite to eat. The sunlight reflected on the rippled water of the loch and turned it into a dazzling sheet of silver. A heather- lined layback from the track made an ideal windbreak and, lying in the sun, I all but fell asleep - peace, perfect peace! The new-found track was substantial, and I could see it rising towards the foot of a rock-lined pass.