Loch Shieldaig early morning. Wester Ross, Scotland.
Near Shieldaig, I wake to feel the sun heating the tent and log onto Twitter to discover a local photographer has photographed the outside of my tent and tagged me two hours previously. My thoughts revolve entirely around food. I’m in one of the most beautiful places globally, yet all I can think of is the black pudding roll that I’ve heard is available in the next village. I haven’t done a long stretch of road walking for ages, so forget how fast walking can be, especially when hungry.
The pink sandstone of Torridon paired with the soft exotic texture of the Scots Pines is an intoxicating mix. The distinctive jagged outline of the Torridon Mountains is a beautiful but challenging photographic subject as it is so picturesque there feels like little scope for artistic interpretation. The peaks are also highly reliant on having the optimum sun angles to look three dimensional, and I can’t play that waiting game for too long on this journey.
Scots pine on Shieldaig Island, Scotland.
Shieldaig landskein, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Scots pine above Shieldaig, Scotland.
Morning clouds over Loch Shieldaig, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Shieldaig, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Where Loch Torridon narrows beyond Eilean a’ Chaoil, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Target, Loch Torridon, Scotland.
Search & Rescue, Torridon, Scotland.
Target II, Loch Torridon, Scotland.
Search & Rescue II, Torridon, Scotland.
Path to Torridon, Scotland.
Beinn Alligin, Torridon, Scotland.
Liathach and Scots Pines, Torridon, Scotland.
Sgorr a Chadail at the West end of the Liathach ridge, Torridon, Scotland.
Beinn Alligin with Scots Pines, Torridon, Scotland.
Last light on Beinn Alligin, Torridon, Scotland.
Annat with Sgorr nan Lochan Uain, Upper Loch Torridon, Scotland.
Last light, Torridon, Scotland.
Sunset over Upper Loch Torridon, Scotland.
Last light, Upper Loch Torridon, Scotland.
View from the tent by Loch Shieldaig.
Life choices.
Admiring the view by Loch Torridon.
Entrance to Torridon Youth Hostel.
I arrived at the hostel late the previous night, and the dorm was dark with all but one of the bunks occupied. It’s rest day today, so I woke up late to an empty room.
The long dreamt of Black pudding roll on rest day.
Couldn’t resist the Minger.
Rest day at Torridon Youth Hostel.
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