The misty Isle. A wild and windy place that my family and I first fell in love with back in 2005. We were mesmerised by ever-shifting clouds cloven by shafts of soft light. Rich earth and dark basalt hues. The balance of the landscape - undeniably rugged, and yet gentle still with its hillsides dusted with heather in the spring. The majesty of the Cuillin mountains - the island’s solemn sentinels, stand guard at the heart of it. The Highlands, steeped in history, still cling on to a wilderness that most lands have lost. We have been hooked ever since our first visit and have been back almost every year since.

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