The next day saw us cross the Knoydart peninsula from north to south, fording waterfalls where rotten wooden bridges had been trod through, and plodding up the seemingly endless slopes of Mam Barrisdale, a modest mountain whose peak was the route"s highest point. This hike was giving new meaning to the term "pub crawl", but we were energised anew on seeing that most Scottish of sights: a vast stag, regally observing us from the crest of a hill.