The utterly remote but wildly beautiful wilderness of Knoydart, between the superb fjords of Loch Nevis and Loch Hourn, with Beinn Sgritheall rising in the distance, from the Mallaig to Armadale ferry.
Commentary.
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding
the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Hourn.
I was trundling my way across the Sound of Sleat
on my journey from the mainland at Mallaig, to Armadale
on the Sleat Peninsula, part of the wondrous Isle of Skye.
Hourn twists east, then south-east and finally east again, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide,
from a maximum of three miles, at its mouth.
It is not absurd to suggest that this terrain represents one of the wildest, most remote and isolated in Caledonia and the United Kingdom.
To the left (north) is Knoydart, the “Rough Bounds.”
To the right (south) is North Morar ( out of shot.)
Both are only accessible by foot or boat.
There are no metalled roads within an area exceeding a hundred square miles.
They are truly rugged, remote, untamed and aloof to the influence of humanity.
Starkly untouched, rocky, bare but spartanly pristine, unspoiled, natural wildernesses.
Their raw, unsophisticated beauty rakes at your psyche, your soul, your spirit.
But in this “other world” you find your real self because refinement and urbanity has been stripped away
in the face of precipitous rock and mountains like Beinn Sgritheall and Ladhar Bheinn.
This three peaked mountain (two visible), just left of centre is another sentinel, like Sgurr na Ciche, an icon, a landmark for 20-40 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the southern side of Loch Hourn, twelve miles away in this image.
Should you wish to be “far from the madding crowd,” come here, to the mountains, to the eternal thrones of the Gods.
This is God’s Garden. It is a rocky one. Walk with him.
See your real self in the mountain pool, not the work-place window.
The utterly remote but wildly beautiful wilderness of Knoydart, between the superb fjords of Loch Nevis and Loch Hourn, with Beinn Sgritheall rising in the distance, from the Mallaig to Armadale ferry.
Commentary.
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding
the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Hourn.
I was trundling my way across the Sound of Sleat
on my journey from the mainland at Mallaig, to Armadale
on the Sleat Peninsula, part of the wondrous Isle of Skye.
Hourn twists east, then south-east and finally east again, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide,
from a maximum of three miles, at its mouth.
It is not absurd to suggest that this terrain represents one of the wildest, most remote and isolated in Caledonia and the United Kingdom.
To the left (north) is Knoydart, the “Rough Bounds.”
To the right (south) is North Morar ( out of shot.)
Both are only accessible by foot or boat.
There are no metalled roads within an area exceeding a hundred square miles.
They are truly rugged, remote, untamed and aloof to the influence of humanity.
Starkly untouched, rocky, bare but spartanly pristine, unspoiled, natural wildernesses.
Their raw, unsophisticated beauty rakes at your psyche, your soul, your spirit.
But in this “other world” you find your real self because refinement and urbanity has been stripped away
in the face of precipitous rock and mountains like Beinn Sgritheall and Ladhar Bheinn.
This three peaked mountain (two visible), just left of centre is another sentinel, like Sgurr na Ciche, an icon, a landmark for 20-40 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the southern side of Loch Hourn, twelve miles away in this image.
Should you wish to be “far from the madding crowd,” come here, to the mountains, to the eternal thrones of the Gods.
This is God’s Garden. It is a rocky one. Walk with him.
See your real self in the mountain pool, not the work-place window.