This was one of those rare situations where conditions I had always imagined as the perfect compliment to a landscape came together before me. During the summer months the sun dips over the back of Buachaille Etive Mor much further to the right and I had always visualised the ball of the winter sun would be ideally cradled in the scoop of Glen Etive to the left. Stob Dearg was looking fierce with its winter coat and the biblical cloud formations set the perfect tone for the sun's burning light.