Knoydart

Farewell to Knoydart.

It’s never pleasant to evict bare feet from a warm sleeping bag into cold, wet boots for a loo run, but the prospect of a dry morning compensates. As expected, I’m the last one to break camp. Climbing up to

The Great Outdoors Challenge is an annual coast-to-coast hike across Scotland, devising your own route, subject to starting and finishing at one of several listed locations. Planning for this trip evolved into a lightweight version, avoiding the minor matter of

Anxious voices from the kitchen. Six Scottish guys arrived last night, on an overnight stay to sample the Old Forge pub. The ferry is cancelled due to high winds and will not resume until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest: we

I read somewhere that true adventure requires uncertainty. Well, my last trip to Knoydart delivered, and this one looks no different. Having booked two nights in a private bothy on the Isle of Eigg and several nights at the Knoydart

I wake to a light dusting of snow, painting the landscape into a winter wonderland and, less pleasing, frozen water and milk. I’ll need that flask of hot coffee today. What a beautiful start to the day, crunching across snow