Saturday 26 November: Killing time near Inverness – we’ve driven over the Kessock bridge, eaten our sandwiches – and now the light’s looking good. To the west of the bridge, we look across the Beauly Firth, from the village of Charleston (the original?); a little later, we’ve followed the narrow lane down to Kilmuir, beside the Moray Firth. Its phone box is still red, but it’s now “KiLMUiR iNFO BOX”
Weds 23rd, afternoon: That’s exactly what it is – a rough-surfaced road to the little cluster of buildings on the spring line, providing a quick route to a quiet, empty hillside. Beyond, we follow the route of an old road which must once have served a long-vanished settlement to the east of Kilvaxter, north of Uig on Skye’s Trotternish peninsula. We’ll return via Kilmuir’s village hall, along the single-track A855, which is quieter than many a country lane on this November afternoon. There wasn’t time for anything more – the sun’s already setting behind Waternish.