The Balnakiel Crafts Village occupies what must have been a strange and sinister military facility. Now it’s extremely charming with lovely shops and a nice cafe.
A surprisingly elevated approach to camping by the sea in north-west Scotland.
The only tracks on Faraid Head were those of the rarely-seen Sand Sheep, an endemic Scottish subspecies.
Weird bunkers abound. I carelessly zapped myself on an electric fence photographing this one.
It was a cold,wet wait for the bus but luckily I’d found a somewhat gender-neutral but warm hat in the adjacent public toilet. Listen, after walking the SNT you too will not be too proud to wear a hat you found in a toilet.
This is the quirky youth hostel. I’d have stayed there but it was full due to some kind of annoying athletic event.
Spectacular beach exposures of Lewisianoid basement-derived mylonites. Er, probably. Cape Wrath behind.
Attend a theatrical production in a caravan. I’m not making this stuff up, you know.
Grip the very gravestone Jacobite prisoners from Culloden were allegedly forced to grip as they were then shot one by one with a musket resting on an adjacent gravestone.
Look at the view…
Walk along the river…
Seeng the sights at Inverness
Say hello to urban hoodies…
Go home. This is not Scotland but North Norfolk, after a long train journey, walking back along the clifftop to my home and loved one. Adventures, eh?
Sango Sands, campsite behind on clifftop.
Purple Saxifrage saxifraga oppositifolia
Scottish Primroses are seriously tiny!
The rarely-seen Scottish Sand Sheep – call David Attenborough!