‘Below Liathach, Torridon’
Some of my earliest memories of Scotland are of this magnificent mountain. Back in 1965 my family stayed in a cottage on the shores of Loch Torridon and we spent a number of days sat by the stream underneath this giant of a hill. A few years ago my father joined us for a short holiday in Gairloch and we decided to take him back to Torridon.
Unfortunately the weather wasn’t good and as we drove down the glen the hills were all thickly shrouded in cloud. We stopped underneath Liathach and looked at the steep terraces of sandstone that disappeared up into the clouds above our heads. Even though we couldn’t see the full beauty of this mountain it was still a very dramatic and atmospheric view.