The top of Beinn Ime is rocky, either wide expanses of it, or broken stretches bonded together by some earth. Not ideal for tent pegs.
But, a mix of all the new pegs ensured that all the guy points were solid all night.
The Y’s went in with a little difficulty due to their size, but once in they didn’t budge. I had to hammer one in with a rock and I did bend the top section above the little scallops, but it was sound. The Vargo nails were a cinch, both widths slipped into the ground with ease and their length made sure they stayed there.
The dyneema guy points were tight and despite some harsh winds stayed tight.
Breaking camp in the rubbish weather was definitely improved by having the cords on all the pegs, no gloves sliding in metal, no bare fingers getting cold and caught on sharp edges.
Did I notice any extra weight? Nah, all I got was an easier pitching, a sturdier tent and quicker striking when I appreciated it the most.
So, ultimate low weight gets a slap on the legs, and perfect compomise steals your daffodils and runs down the street to give them to his granny once again.