Capturing the Essence of Assynt: A Week of Photography in the Scottish Highlands
Returning to Assynt, my favourite region in the Scottish Highlands, felt like coming home after a long journey. The moment I arrived, the breathtaking scenery enveloped me in a sense of tranquility and wonder. Assynt, with its quintessential Highland landscapes, offers a stunning contrast to the modern, bustling urban life found elsewhere in Britain. Throughout my week of photography here, I was continually reminded of why I fell in love with this wild, fragile beauty that surrounds you with a profound sense of serenity and isolation.

Assynt is renowned for its dramatic scenery—towering mountains, world class coastline, empty beaches and ethereal light. The iconic peaks of Suilven and Stac Pollaidh rise majestically from the landscape, their distinctive shapes etched into the skyline. As I drove along the winding single-track roads, each turn revealed a new vista that took my breath away. There’s something magical about the emptiness of the landscape; it evokes a sense of peace and introspection that’s hard to find in our everyday lives. The beautiful raw emptiness of the landscape, interrupted only by the powerful gusts of wind that sweep across the landscape, and the vastness of the sky overhead truly make you feel small in the grand scheme of things.

The heart of my experience this time was undoubtedly my stay in a remarkable sporting lodge steeped in British history. Owned by the Duke of Westminster, one of the wealthiest men in the UK, Stack Lodge, once frequented by legendary figures like Winston Churchill and Coco Chanel, was more than just a beautiful location; it was a portal to the past, with stories echoing in every corner. Each evening, I found myself honoured to occupy the same room where these iconic personalities may have gathered, perhaps sitting on the very same sofa where they shared laughter and strategic discussions over a game of cards, all in front of a roaring fire. I couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling that Winston Churchill’s presence lingered in the air. It was as if the walls were imbued with the weight of his legendary status, a palpable reminder of his indomitable spirit and the power he wielded during turbulent times. His charisma seemed to echo in the atmosphere, filling the space with a mix of inspiration and gravitas, making me reflect on the monumental impact he had on history and leadership. Basing my Assynt Photography Workshop in such a historical property added immeasurable value to the trip.

The rich tapestry of history provided a unique backdrop to our photography, inspiring us in ways we hadn’t anticipated. As I lit the fire each night, I immersed myself not just in the warmth but in the stories that lingered in the air. It felt almost like a privilege to connect with the past while embracing the beauty of the present. I could visualise Coco Chanel’s elegance and Churchill’s charisma mingling with the rustic charm of the Highlands, blending history with nature in a most captivating way. As I settled into the lounge during the evenings, I could almost catch a waft of Churchill’s cigars while browsing through the large, green fishing records book, filled with the illustrious names of Britain’s aristocracy documenting their achievements on the river.

As we sat around the evening fire, sharing our day’s highlights with my fellow workshop participants, I was filled with a deep sense of community. Each person brought their own perspective and individual stories, creating an environment that nurtured growth and collaboration. It felt like a group of people with similar interests coming together and strengthening our connections through common experiences.
In addition to the breathtaking landscapes, the experience of staying in the historic lodge enhanced my understanding of not just photography, but also the rich narratives that intertwine with the places we visit. Each night, as I reflected on the day’s captures around that crackling fire, the presence of history felt palpable, reminding me that we are part of a continuum—a lineage of artists and creators who have sought inspiration, happiness and peace from the wild beauty of the Highlands.

Now, with the workshop behind me, I find myself reminiscing about those moments—not just as a photographer but as a storyteller, a seeker of beauty, and a lover of history. I realised that the essence of Assynt—its natural beauty and rich history—left an indelible mark on my heart.
Feeling invigorated and inspired, I am excited to announce that I will be returning to Assynt this December, and I’ll once again be staying in the Stack Lodge property. I can hardly wait to experience the transformation of the landscape as winter blankets the region in its serene embrace. The promise of snow-capped peaks and frosty mornings filled with ethereal light will surely create even more breathtaking photographic opportunities.

For those who have ever dreamed of capturing the Scottish Highlands through your own lens, there are still a few places available for those who wish to join me on this journey in December. Imagine experiencing this magical region alongside a community of fellow photography enthusiasts, all while staying in a lodge that weaves us through time. Together, we will explore the beauty, weather the winter elements, and capture images that tell stories of both nature and history.
This trip is not just another photography workshop; it is an opportunity to forge connections with the landscape, history, and fellow travelers united by a common passion. If you are eager to learn, explore, and make your own memories in this enchanting region, I invite you to join me.

Assynt is waiting, with its wild roads, dramatic sunsets, and the whispers of history beckoning us to step into a world where creativity knows no bounds. So grab your camera, pack your sense of adventure, and prepare to immerse yourself in the beautiful tapestry of the Scottish Highlands. Together, we will celebrate the spirit of Assynt, capturing its essence for ourselves and future generations to appreciate.
