|[Black Cuillin from Sligachan]|
Hardly more than a building and string of laybys, if there's a more awesome roadside view in Britain we've yet to find it. The Sligachan Hotel chose well when they relocated here in 1830, with their climber's bar serving good food to weary souls in sociable surroundings. Each July, the Glamaig hill race departs from here, the target being the unmissable dome-shaped peak directly to the east, best seen in afternoon or evening light. In the morning, the nose of the Black Cuillin ridge steals the show - a jagged mass of unlikely pinnacles, buttresses, coires and 11 Munros, looking as if someone burnt the Alps to a crisp and dropped the twisted remains here on the Misty Isle.
|[Glamaig from Sligachan (photo from the previous day)]|
Name: Sligachan ★★★★☆
Location: Junction of the A87 and A863, G.R.: NG 486299 ///singles.suggested.stone
|[Cloud-capped Cuillin beyond the old bridge over the River Sligachan (photo from the previous day)]|