ISLA the masseuse arrived on Monday afternoon, on a ferry that had caught the wind just right and had made it into port early. I, however, was running late. I’d spent the last half hour making my house vaguely presentable – cats out, rug...
Think Scottish history and typically images of castles, battlefields and ancient settlements spring to mind. But let’s go even further back, to a time when our landscapes were filled with incredible flora and fauna, now long since extinct –...
SOMETIMES, history comes in disguise. We’re in Lochaber, on the edge of Loch Ailort. Above us are the hills and ridges of Moidart and watching from a little way off is a herd of deer led by a particularly monarchical stag. The reason we’re...
Not all the details of what David Niven did at Inverailort are known but we do know that he got his brother Max to forge call-up papers so he could be released from his contract with MGM. He paid for his own passage back and began working as a...