There is a magical myth that claims the Whangie was formed by the Devil flicking his tail in anticipation of pleasure, as he flew over Stockie Muir on his way to attend a Witches' Sabbath. I climbed up there late on Sunday 29 November, 2009. It was cold and windy - the first snows were visble on the distant peaks. But the sunset light was fantastic as I hope you can see from these shots. There was no sign of Auld Nick!