The Most Beautiful Loch in Scotland? – A Hike across Cairngorm to Stunning Loch Avon

Starting Out A few days after my photography mission to Braeriach it seemed that the warm settled weather had no intention of leaving the Highlands. The Cairngorms were bathing inContinue reading “The Most Beautiful Loch in Scotland? – A Hike across Cairngorm to Stunning Loch Avon”

Autumn Photography Workshops in the Scottish Highlands

Autumn Photography Workshops I’m pleased to announce that I will be running a series of one-day landscape photography workshops this Autumn. Each workshop will be taking place in a differentContinue reading “Autumn Photography Workshops in the Scottish Highlands”

An Incredible Summit Camp on Scotland’s Third Highest Mountain: Braeriach

It was three little words that cemented my decision to attempt the hill I’ve been dreaming of for nearly a decade. Three little words in the weather forecast that carriedContinue reading “An Incredible Summit Camp on Scotland’s Third Highest Mountain: Braeriach”

Diving into the Fantastic Beauty of Scotland’s Purple Heather.

Heather season is well and truly here at last in the Highlands, with the tiny pink flowers drenching the landscape in colour. I got out a couple of times inContinue reading “Diving into the Fantastic Beauty of Scotland’s Purple Heather.”

My Perfect Night Out – Cairngorm Solstice

A certain euphoria came over me as I dashed back and forth. This was living. My heart was bursting with the joy of the mountain. My lungs breathed the clarity of the air. My blood flowed with the purity of the water that flowed and pooled in the rocks. My eyes sparkled with richness of the morning light. My body felt the coldness of the wind and stone, but met it with its own life and warmth. A part of everything. Not apart from it.

Moments of Loch Maree

I have always thought the waters of Loch Maree are one of those few places in Scotland that can only be described by one word: elemental. As if they came fresh from the forging of the world. Pure. Tempestuous. Wild.

The long nose of the kayak rode up on a wave and slapped down hard, splashing water into the air. The wind snatched the spray and slapped me in the face with it, catching me in the eyes. Stung, I shook my head and blinked, but I couldn’t raise a hand to my eyes. I couldn’t stop paddling; not even for a moment. Instead I dug in again, keeping to the rhythm, keeping the boat moving forward. I was alone on the water in the storm, fighting through the headwind. As my eyes cleared once again I looked up through the spray. I could see I still had a long way to go before I reached the shore.