I still remember the first time I unfolded an Ordnance Survey map on a wind-blasted beach in the far north and tried to make sense of the cluster of unfamiliar words around me. Gaelic place names felt like a secret code that locals read like weather charts — telling you where the cliffs were...
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I love wandering the tidal edges around Durness — those wind-scoured rocks, drifts of wrack and quiet little coves where the sea leaves gifts on the shore. Foraging for seaweed is one of my favourite ways to connect with this landscape: it’s immediate, sustainable when done right, and the...
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I time many of my visits to Durness and the surrounding north‑west Highlands around local gatherings. There’s nothing like a village gala, a crofter’s open day or a ceilidh to make the landscape feel lived in—sudden pockets of warmth and noise amid the wind‑scoured cliffs and empty...
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I pick up fresh shellfish in and around Durness more often than I buy souvenirs. There’s something about the briny taste of scallops or the sweet meat of a fresh crab that makes a long walk along a salt-washed cliff feel complete. If you’re visiting the far north and want to know which croft...
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