A few years ago, when we were still based on a pitch in the Cairngorms, we’d jump in the car (at that time, we had a nondescript Kia Rio as our daily drive, it was a little corker and we loved it) and head up to Skye for our dose of mountains, moody skies coastal walks.

The visit previous to this, we’d camped at Glenbrittle in a tiny tent and been eaten alive by midges (see the photos in this post), which we didn’t fancy repeating and with it being more towards the winter end of the year, we booked ourselves a nice, civilised AirBnB. Always take advantage of those off-season prices when you can.

A night in a cosy cottage, with a hot bath (absolute luxury when you live on a campsite and only ever wash in public showers) then a day of wandering and walking, firing off a roll of medium format film between Tokavaig, Ord, and all the way up to Portree.

Short trips like this, I find, are absolutely vital for me. I love the novelty of new surroundings, being inspired to get my camera off, but being able to get back to my tiny home and my routine after just a couple of days. It’s all about balance.