There’s something bloody brilliant about a sunset descent of a great big mountain.
You’re chasing the light and pushing on to make it down before the sun leaves you behind. There’s that rare golden sunlight that gives everything this shiny, epic feel. And, yep, you know that all you can do at the end of it is get off the hill, drink a beer and be stoked you’ve conquered another mountain!
Here’s James Shirley riding his Identiti Mettle down Ben Lomond, the most southerly of Scotland’s 282 Munros. The plan had been to ride a sunrise descent but Scotland was typically unpredictable and sunrise became sunset.