I’VE ALWAYS had a soft spot for the West Coast of Scotland. It’s undeniably beautiful but somehow it seems more than that. Historical, mystical, rugged – and, yes, sometimes stormy, too.
With overseas travel difficult, I’ve come to appreciate just what we’ve got on our doorstep. It’s not strictly speaking on my doorstep – it’s still a seven-hour drive from my home in Lincolnshire – but at least I can load up my boot without having to do battle with the baggage police at Ryanair.
The road from Oban up to Fort William is a gem. You’ve got the highest of the Highlands on your right and the haunting beauty of the sea lochs on your left, and, out of season, very little traffic on the road. But here’s the secret. Turn off the main road and it
