WORDS JOE DELVES
Not as high as the Grampians, the remote Torridon hills promise something different. Lying north of the Great Glen Fault, they’re a huge slab of sandstone, pockmarked, covered in lakes, and cut into by the encroaching sea.
Located at the base of Scotland’s wild north-west coast, I’d heard this little inhabited wilderness mentioned enough to suspect a visit might be worthwhile – even though I live in London and it would mean driving from one end of one country to the other end of another.