Cheese and Demons in the Scottish Highlands

Updated: Oct 8, 2020

“Here’s where you bail off!” The man’s thick Scottish brogue forced me to ask him to repeat the sentence. His intention became evident, though, as he slowed his Volvo to a stop at a fork in the highway. I sat in the passenger seat of his car, still not used to being on the left, and tried unsuccessfully to remember if he’d mentioned his name.


Guest Blogger: Mary-Preston Austin, Hillwalking Society


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24 days into a hike from the Southern city of Glasgow all the way to Scotland’s northwesternmost point, my trail buddy, Thea, and I were cutting a flooded corner off our little-known route that was originally conceived to help Scots reconnect with their heritage and country: the Scottish National Trail.

We had reached the map dot of Killilin the previous day after slogging over a woodsy, impossibly muddy crag and emerging into a harrowing walk along a tight road with minimal visibility. Rather than repeat that less than optimal experience on the A890, we elected to hitchhike from there through Kinlochewe before regaining the trail.