Remote and wildly beautiful. Knoydart near the entrance to Loch Nevis, fjord country, from the Mallaig to Armadale Ferry. The iconic pyramidal landmark, Sgurr na Ciche dominates even being nigh on 20 miles distant, Inverness-shire, Scotland.
Commentary.
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Nevis.
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.
Nevis twists north, then south and finally east, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide, from a maximum of four 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.
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 Sgurr na Ciche, 1,020 metres.
This pyramidal peak, just right of centre is a sentinel,
an icon, a landmark for 20-50 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the far eastern end of Loch Nevis, twenty 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.
Remote and wildly beautiful. Knoydart near the entrance to Loch Nevis, fjord country, from the Mallaig to Armadale Ferry. The iconic pyramidal landmark, Sgurr na Ciche dominates even being nigh on 20 miles distant, Inverness-shire, Scotland.
Commentary.
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Nevis.
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.
Nevis twists north, then south and finally east, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide, from a maximum of four 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.
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 Sgurr na Ciche, 1,020 metres.
This pyramidal peak, just right of centre is a sentinel,
an icon, a landmark for 20-50 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the far eastern end of Loch Nevis, twenty 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.