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Roger Butler uses historic stalkers’ paths to reach deep snow
HERE’S PLENTY of wild scenery by the narrow road that twists alongside Loch Cuaich on the way out to lonely Kinloch Hourn. High peaks rise in every direction, but enterprising Victorian estate owners created a network of paths to cater for their deer stalkers – and these often zig-zag up towards the tops. Some are almost like airport escalators, though you do