It was a stonker of a day again here in The Highlands, after some early thin cloud it was blue skies and hot sun all day long. I was on the wonderful mountain of Streap, pronounced 'Strape' which translates into the brilliant name of 'Climbing'. This is a wee gem of a mountain, one of my favourites and one of the finest hills in the Western Highlands. The long, superb, rough ridge with plenty of false tops and ups & downs culminates in a beautiful narrow spire and the summit cairn with superb views all round, especially down to Loch Shiel. First day I heared the stags bellowing and the start of the rut season. Lots of deer keds about today too but no people, as Streap is only 909m, don't reckon the SMC will be altering this one to Munro status!