Leacraithnaich bothy I, Ardtornish, Highland, Scotland.
There’s nobody in the bothy when I arrive and I light a candle to cook dinner as the wind rages outside. The wooden sleeping platform is harder, colder but drier than the tent.
Leacraithnaich bothy II, Ardtornish, Highland, Scotland.
Leacraithnaich has a dramatic location overlooking a loch but the windows are so small that on the gloomy winter’s day I slept there I needed a torch to get about inside even in daytime. I took these images during a brief moment when there was some brightness in the sky.
Leacraithnaich bothy III, Ardtornish, Highland, Scotland.
Leacraithnaich bothy IV, Ardtornish, Highland, Scotland.
Please ensure the bothy is well swept on leaving. Exactly how well swept is entirely up to you!
The bothy library, Leacraithnaich.
Sleeping platform at Leacraithnaich.
Thought I’d gone down the wrong glen when I saw a loch in front of me that wasn’t on the map. Took me a while to realise my map was old and the loch was new!
Dehydrated food for the next few days around the Morvern peninsula. Wet camping kit is now hanging off every surface in my room whilst camera, torch and powerbank battery lights are all flashing reassuringly as they recharge.
Not minding your own company essential at this time of year (a couple of weeks before Christmas)!
‘Please ensure the bothy is well swept on leaving. Exactly how well swept is entirely up to you!’ – made me smile – thanks 🙂
There’s normally something witty on the walls of these places!
Beautiful work, Quintin – thank you for the images and texts.
Thank you Brian
I cheered out loud when I saw your new post – have been missing them. Welcome back!
thank you. forty-three day backlog of photos to work through now!
Simple BUT powerful photos. One thousand words cannot describe `em.
Thanks, glad you like them
You capture the essence of this bothy well. I spent a night in it around 1985. It looks pretty much the same now as it did then, which is nice. Even in summer it was dark inside. At night I rowed the Ardtornish estate boat around the loch about six times trailing a wet fly to catch trout – caught two but also ran into the crannog twice as it was pitch dark and did not have a torch – enjoyed eating the trout next day though.
What an evocative description of your time there. I can imagine the sound of the oars splashing and the boat bumping into the crannog. Thanks for sharing.