Yesterday, we crossed flat, boggy farm fields to reach the far side of the peninsula. From the top of the final dune before the sea, we were greeted by a panorama which must be one of the most spectacular in the west of Scotland.
To the right, beyond the ‘Point’ and across the Inner Sound lies the Isle of Skye and nearer still, the barren isle of Rona, with its prominent lighthouse at its northernmost tip.
Straight ahead and looking south, across the sea loch of Loch Torridon is the rugged Applecross peninsula, which then leads the eye round to the left, east into Loch Shieldaig, behind which loom the mighty hills of Torridon and Beinn Eighe.
At the far end of the beach are the remains of the old salmon fishing station, now abandoned and minus its roof, lost in one of the ferocious coastal gales.
It lends a melancholy, haunting presence, perched there above the sand, its towering wooden poles, once used to dry the huge nets outside, stand surveying the ruin like lonely sentinels. (It had been the last fishing station to operate on the North West Coast, but closed some years ago, when the decline in salmon catches meant that it was no longer profitable.)