I’m slowly exploring more and more of the north, aiming for the back roads less travelled. The quieter, the bleaker, the better, and this one just happened to be heading the furthest north I’ve ever been. Miles and miles of peace, just one or two other drivers for hours, looking for landscapes to document on film. I love the hunt to find buildings that I haven’t already seen thousands of pictures of, ones that have sat unnoticed by the side of a tiny road. My ideal road trip.

The boat house below was one of these… it appeared on my right, the living roof just peeking out from behind a gorse bush. We pulled over and I grabbed my camera, wandering down a track to get a better view. An icy blue loch behind, snowy hills in the distance, and one of the most photogenic buildings I’ve ever seen in front of me.

There’s certain cottages and bothies in the highlands that have been photographed over and over, and I can understand it… they’re popular for a reason, but I can’t resist seeking out the hidden gems.

This boathouse, and a few other shots from this road trip are available over on my print shop, if you’d like to browse. Find it here.