Jon Metcalf: A much-anticipated hill after my earlier Foula trip, but it really wasn't up to much, with its hideous war-time summit debris and restricted cliff views. Fine enough cliff and stack scenery further round the island, and an awesome flight there and back, but any hopes of a repeat of Foula's special atmosphere were ruined by the rampant commercialism of the bird-watching money-hoovering operation.
Brent Lynam: When I was there in 2003, I had the usual pleasures of the contractor's village below the summit and the trail bikers making an unholy row for the whole walk. There was also a burnt-out car at the small pond near the start of the track, complete with the odour of decomposition. I thought there might be a dead human body in there, until I found a maggot-infested sheep carcass on the edge of the water. I truly hope any later baggers of this one have a nicer experience than I had that day.
Steve Harris: Twice as bad as I expected it to be - an absolute stinking disgrace.