WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHY PETE SCULLION
Overnight snow has turned Fort William into a winter wonderland as we shovel breakfast down our necks in Joe’s caravan nestled in the woods above the Road to the Isles. We’re up ‘early’, or at least Joe’s idea of early in any case. Highland life has a distinct lack of urgency to it and it’s something Joe embraces.
There’s no tea or coffee, but a Sports Direct mug full of a gallon of Barleycup, with copious amounts of honey and milk to wash down a mountain of porridge.