For almost ten years, I’ve called the Ardnamurchan peninsula home. It’s a place that seeps into you slowly – a land of shifting light, open skies, and the constant presence of the sea. When I first arrived, I knew it was beautiful, but I didn’t yet understand how deeply a place could shape the way you see and feel. Over time, I found myself….

We live in an age of constant distraction, our attention pulled between past and future. With a house move approaching, I’m finding that the ability to rest fully in the present moment is a rare luxury. It’s little wonder, given that a recent study by Compare My Move ranked moving home as the third most stressful life event – behind losing….

September may have marked the start of autumn, but I feel that the season doesn’t truly take hold until the first few days of October. By then, a subtle change is underway, with the first touch of gold in the trees. By mid-month, this change gathers pace. Mist hangs more frequently over Loch Sunart in the mornings, the….

This is the time of year when the nights lengthen and summer slips quietly into autumn and with this, a wonderful sight returns to the Peninsula’s night sky. It is the Milky Way, our home galaxy, which reappears as a glowing river of stars. For weeks around midsummer, our northern twilight never fully darkens, hiding the….

One afternoon recently, I was sitting in the upstairs lounge, watching the clouds slowly drift westward over Loch Sunart. They crept across the sky, swallowing ever-shrinking patches of blue, darkening the landscape as they went. As the world outside dimmed, something bright caught my eye — a flash of yellow on a solitary….

Every now and then, a moment in nature quite literally stops me in my tracks. It might be evening light on a hillside, a sudden wildlife sighting, or a stillness settling on a loch at dusk, just as it did when I captured the image below, of an incredible July sunset over Loch Moidart. Such moments remind me of how lucky….

June is only a couple of weeks away and, because it is the month of the summer solstice, I thought I’d share this image of Ardnamurchan Lighthouse with you. It was taken at 1:52 am on the day of the Summer Solstice a couple of years ago, when it was the ‘longest day’ and the ‘shortest night’ of the year. At this time of the year…

Last month, I mentioned the remarkable transformation soon to take place around Loch Sunart, as the ancient Atlantic oakwood prepared to unfurl its fresh spring leaves. Now, that change is fully in motion. The once bare woodlands have come alive, and the hillsides surrounding the loch are now blanketed in a rich….

The spring equinox was on the 20th of March, marking the start of astronomical spring, when the days become longer than the nights and the temperature starts to rise. With this comes one of the most striking transformations to the landscape around Loch Sunart. It is the return of foliage to the ancient Atlantic oakwoods….

We’ve had some clear, cold and crisp mornings over the last few weeks, and you may have noticed the western horizon becoming awash with a band of pale pinks and blues in the twilight just before sunrise, creating a scene reminiscent of a watercolour painting. If you have, then it’s more than likely you have spotted the….

This month’s image is of the peak of Ben Resipole and was taken from Camas Torsa, about a mile southwest of Salen, on a cold and crisp January morning. It’s the perfect place to watch the day begin during the winter months because the warm light of the rising sun often bathes the south-facing slopes of the mountain, which dominates this….

Today is the 21st of December 2024, the day of the Winter Solstice and the shortest day of the year. This morning here at Resipole, the Sun rose at 8:55:37am and set at 3:46:26pm, giving us just 6 hours, 51 minutes and 49 seconds of daylight. Such short days bring the possibility some glorious late-morning winter sunrises and….

As I write this, the first snow has fallen on the hills, heralding the impending arrival of winter and warning me that the end of another year is fast approaching. It seems like only yesterday when this year began, leaving me wondering where the months have gone. To me, it seems….

As we move into the last month of meteorological autumn, the colour palette of the landscape on the Peninsula is reaching the peak of its shift to warm hues of red, orange and yellow. The leaves on the trees have shed most of their greens of summer, the grasses and scrub has turned a….

We are approaching the end of September and a third of the way into meteorological autumn and after what seems to be a slow start to the season, I am starting to see the first signs of the changes this season brings. The morning air is growing cooler, and nature’s palette is beginning to shift from….

I found myself writing this on the day of the August’s full Moon, named a Sturgeon Moon because August is associated with the abundance of sturgeon fish in the rivers of North America. It was also the third of four full moons in a single season, making it a Blue Moon and because it passed….

This month’s thoughts come from a set of six images taken one morning when I decided to explore the boggy ground around the head of Loch Moidart at Ardmolich. I had driven by there the night before on my way to Glenuig and my eye was drawn to a large swathe of cottongrass that….

Despite June being colder than normal, the greening up of the landscape we saw in May was followed by a profusion of wildflowers coming in to bloom to cover the landscape with a multitude of bright colours. This year, it seemed to me that the most prominent amongst….

I don’t know what it is, but I find that my eye is frequently drawn to the sight of a croft house sitting isolated in the landscape here on the Peninsula. It as if each one of these small and rather innocuous buildings has a story to tell and I guess this is why I find them so profoundly….

As I write this, we are about halfway through meteorological Spring and the recent cold and wet weather seems to have delayed the awakening of the landscape from its winter slumber. The dawn chorus has not yet filled the early morning air with birdsong and the spring flowers are….