Dawn breaks over the Sound of Mull, Highland, Scotland.
As I make my way beside the Sound of Mull a car pulls up revealing a friendly bearded face “Don’t see many backpackers here, stop in at the next house over the hill and I’ll give you a cup of tea” A few minutes later Brian, a retired air force pilot and indefatigable explorer of the local area, unfolds a carefully annotated map and gives me invaluable advice as to the best route to take through the pathless areas. “Walking around the coast here is much worse than up on the mountains, some very bad ground”,”You be careful, there’s no mountain rescue here” he warns me. His partner Vicky puts her fingers to her lips and beckons me into their kitchen. A wildcat, extremely rare, is standing a few metres away from us in the garden. I attach the telephoto lens as swiftly and silently as possible and capture a handful of frames before it darts away. Waving Brian and Vicky farewell outside their cottage he calls out “When you write your book only mention Morvern in passing, we don’t want too many people here!”
Dawn at Ardtornish castle and the Sound of Mull, Highland, Scotland.
Clach na Criche or the Wishing Stone in Morvern which once marked the border between gaelic and pictish lands. The cairns were built by mourners on funeral processions in memory of the dead. Highland, Scotland.