Head Torched Walker

I took the dogs up Maol Ruadh for a late afternoon walk. They had earlier had a terrific (their words) walk to the west end of Loch Laggan.
Darkness arrived by the time we were at the top. I walked away from the tripod (quite a long way) to keep the dogs from knocking it.
I needed the headtorch on to find my way back to the camera. The wee starburst affects must have occurred as I scanned the horizon for the tripod.
This is Ben Iron (left) and Bohuntin Hill (right) from Maol Ruadh