One of my favourite things about slow travel and immersing yourself in an area, is getting to know the secret spots. You won’t find them on any websites or instagram reels (five gems you should visit on the Isle of Skye!), you’ll hear about them after being somewhere for months, or years, through word of mouth and getting to know people. The people who have lived their whole lives, and spent their days trodding the hills, driving every road, knowing the place like the back of their hand and protecting the unknown spots from the checklist tourists, but dropping them into conversation once you’ve become known enough. And on that note, I’ll not say too much about where I took these photos, but it’s somewhere I never would have found myself.
I spotted this car a year or so ago, parked up in a village car park, looking very very abandoned but with a huge sign in the windscreen saying ‘NOT ABANDONED’ (I don’t believe you).
A few months ago, some construction work started in that car park, and we stumbled upon the car in a different spot… dragged away by the frustrated workers who needed the space cleared. The car still hadn’t been claimed, and I think at that point is became clear the car, including the cardboard sign saying otherwise, was definitely just a distant memory to someone.
