96 hours in Scotland’s wildest highlands.
Photography & words by Martijn Droger
Mysterious mountains as far as the eye can see. Fog comes creeping in from around the tops. It’s almost sunset, and in the distance, you can see the silhouettes of some deer, roaming over the empty hills. Before you is the road, empty, winding through the landscape like a meandering river, yours to explore. The landscape of the Assynt, in the North-west corner of Scotland, is for those who find peace in nature’s wild beauty.
Thank you for being my audience.