Architecture and nature make enjoying the scenery and photography a natural response in the northwestern Scottish Highlands.
Sir John Square in Thurso, a gift from Sir Tollemache Sinclair in 1879. The church is St. Peter's and St. Andrews. The first sermon was preached there in 1833.
The idea of the moors thrilled me as a young reader or mystery fan.
They are places of natural beauty and power.
Ullapool rests on the shores of Loch Broom that feeds from the Atlantic.
An inviting spot is the Seaforth.
A gathering spot for locals and those of us just passing through. We enjoyed the Cullen Skink, a traditional soup made with smoked haddock and potatoes. There is plenty of fresh sea food and drink to wash it down.
Mussels, Salmon, Fish and Chips, lobster, crab, as well as haggis, steak pie, burgers, mushy peas, highland cheese and wee nibbles.
It is the time of year when the heather blooms and turns the highlands into a quilt of color and texture.
Ocean views, rivers, lochs, water falls and streams course the highlands.
The Highlands are an unspoiled expanse and wilderness. The abundance of fresh and sea water make it an ideal place for those who love the sea or to fish and hunt.
The remote Altnaharra Hotel began as a 17th century drovers inn, a place for those who moved sheep. 200 years later it became a hunting and fishing lodge. In the 20th century it became a place where sportsman, travelers and foodies can find culinary hospitality in the highlands.
Sheep are still in the neighborhood as well.
A few more miles along the misty shores and foggy glens and we prepare to go over the sea to Skye.
