THROUGH THE WILD HIGHLANDS
Our tour group is standing, rather lost, on the barren slope of Mount Keen. And it stands - also rather lost - in Scotland. More precisely, in the famous Highlands. An area of brittle beauty and grace, but with a rather nebulous reputation. Known at best for a gritty action film in which two sabre-wielding long-haired men constantly claim that there can only be one. I take a look around. Strange. With so much forlornness, two is supposed to be one too many? As far as the grey horizon, there is nothing to suggest that people set foot in this region all too often, let alone put on studded tyres. As soon as we left the village of Edzell in the morning, we were alone with the roar of the River Esk and the wind that was to blow in our faces for six days. Our route, called "Coast to Coast", leads from the east coast of Scotland to the west coast. Always in the direction from which the weather sweeps over the hills with all its Scottish cross-headedness on 99 out of 100 days.
You can find out more about the Coast-to-Coast trip in the free PDF download.
