”So you’re the torch guy!” says a man in Inverie, “Last night we watched your light for a bit coming down the mountain to check you were ok… and then we decided to go to bed”! another chap with his foot in a cast ”injured myself at the cèilidh last week”. In the pouring rain at Inverguseran farm I’m invited in for a tea by shepherdess Anna Wilson, who shows me her fine pencil drawings as her grandmother places a towel below my chair to stem the growing pool of rain water draining off my clothes. “Oh don’t you worry this is a working kitchen!”.
Sgurr Coire Choinnichea with Aultvoulin, Inverie, Knoydart, Scotland.
Bridge over Allt Slochd a’ Mhogha, Inverie, Knoydart, Scotland.
From The Table. Inverie, Knoydart, Scotland.
Pebbles in the rain at Satial, Knoydart, Scotland.
Eigg from Knoydart, Scotland.
Doune to Doune, Knoydart, Scotland.
Land Rover at the end of the road, Airor, Knoydart, Scotland.
Iron Hourse, Airor, Knoydart, Scotland.
Honda, Airor, Knoydart, Scotland.
Wave at sunset, Skye from Camas Garbhl, Knoydart, Scotland.
When the clouds made the night come an hour earlier. The Sound of Sleat near Inverguseran, Knoydart, Scotland.
The Sound of Sleat at dusk. Near Inverguseran, Knoydart, Scotland.
Rain clouds over The Sound of Sleat at dusk. Near Inverguseran, Knoydart, Scotland.
Drying out at the Knoydart Foundation Bunkhouse. At this time of year I had the place to myself.
Freshly waxed boots after a rest day.
The clearances were especially brutal in Knoydart.
Magnificent pebble at Satial, Knoydart, Scotland.
Looking North to Sandaig bay, Knoydart.
Treasure map at Inverguseran
The ford at Inverguseran.
Camp, Rubha Ard Slisneach, Knoydart.
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