Ever get the feeling you’re being watched? Loch Ardbhair, Sutherland, Scotland.
Road to Kylesku, Sutherland, Scotland.
Kylesku Bridge I. Sutherland, Scotland.
Quinag – Sail Gharbh I, Sutherland, Scotland.
Stone underfoot, Loch na Mola, Sutherland, Scotland.
Quinag – Sail Gharbh II, Sutherland, Scotland.
The Glencoul Thrust. The area is historically important for the discovery of thrust tectonics in the 1880s. Sutherland, Scotland.
The Stack of Glencoul with Loch Glencoul, Sutherland, Scotland.
Zigzag. Crash barrier troughs with the Glencoul Thrust. Sutherland, Scotland.
When engineering becomes art. Kylesku Bridge designed by Ove Arup & Partners. Sutherland, Scotland.
Kylesku Bridge II. Sutherland, Scotland.
Kylesku Bridge III. Sutherland, Scotland.
Kylesku Bridge IV. Sutherland, Scotland.
Kylesku Bridge V. Sutherland, Scotland.
Last light on Quinag – Sail Gharbh, , Sutherland, Scotland.
Last light, Duartmore Forest, Sutherland, Scotland.
Last light on Quinag, Sutherland, Scotland.
Camp above Duartmore Bay, Sutherland, Scotland,
Morning at Loch Ardbhair.
There are so many midges at dusk a head net is proving essential for putting up the tent or cooking.
Rate my Plate wild camping edition! Supplies are running low, definitely the most miserable looking meal I’ve prepared so far.
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your architectural photography skills coming to the fore with the images of that well designed looking bridge! Also midges in September – seem late to me.
It was nice to get into that mode of seeing. Yes they were late – but definitely there in force!
The bridge looks very elegant in your photographs. I can remember taking a motorbike over on the old ferry – a long time ago!
That must have made the further north feel even more remote?
The further north was indeed very remote! I was brought up in Caithness, and going anywhere further south always felt like a major expedition. (I’m looking forward to seeing what you make of my old home areas… 🙂 ) And I can remember how just going from near Thurso to Tongue (over 40 years ago) made me feel like I’d ventured into the back of beyond when I heard a couple of old fellas chatting away in Gaelic. (Never heard it spoken in Caithness.)