A few weeks ago I went on a wee camping and photography trip to Glencoe. This is what I get up to when I disappear off to the Highlands…
An early start on friday, out the house at 5 for the trip up to Rannoch Moor to catch the sunrise. I love being up at that time, it reminds me of going up to the Highlands as a kid, the cold car, John Martyn on the stereo and a dark, empty road stretching off into the distance. The anticipation of soon being up in the Highlands. I reached Crianlarich and stopped to stretch my legs. Lots of frost on the cars…starting to wonder if camping is a good idea in October. Ach, it'll be fine…
The sky was a deep petrol blue, with a gradual lighting to the east as I pulled in to the lay by at Rannoch Moor. I've been here a number of times and it is always different. I headed off to the other side of the road, the less photographed side, I wanted to make an image which would attempt to sum up the character of Rannoch Moor - the vastness of the space and the intricate landscape of lochans, stunted trees and bogs. This image was needed for a new book project I'm working on…a secret one for now…
These are the two images i made - I can't quite work out which one I prefer at the moment. I think the first is a more striking image, but it doesn't quite capture the character or sense of space like the second one. Maybe neither will make it into the book. Got to be hard on myself for this project. Be critical. Be selective.
This image made from the other side of the road looking towards Black Mount won't be in the book as it doesn't fit, unfortunately, because I think it's probably the best one from the trip! As the sun crept higher in the sky my thoughts turned to breakfast. Glencoe passed me by in a blur as I drove to the cafe at Ballachulish. I was too early though so spent a while wandering along the Loch Leven shoreline looking at the reflections over the loch. I popped on the 70-300mm lens and made a few images, homing in on the interesting areas, trying to find the essence of the scene.
After breakfast and a frustrating attempt to access the internet on my phone (seriously O2 - sort out 3G in the Highlands) I wandered along to the Ballachulish Slate Quarry. Apparently quarries are the big thing in photography this year…There were some nice colour contrasts between the slate and the scrubby birches clinging to the slopes but the leaves hadnt changed enough so I left and headed on a wee drive around Loch Leven. Had a few wanders about in woodland but nothing was that interesting - it was still a bit early for much autumn colour in the trees. The bracken was looking nice though and I made a mental note to head round to Loch Achtriochtan in the afternoon.
Does Kinlochleven get any sun ever? It seems to be permanently in shade, even on a sunny day. In fact, they should have a look at the Norwegian town with the massive mirror that reflects sun into the town square…it might liven the place up a bit. They could make it out of aluminium…Anyway, it's got a nice Co-Op with very helpful staff who rummaged around out the back and found a disposable BBQ for me. I've got 3 BBQs and left them all at home.
I had an idea for a shot looking from the back of the Pap of Glencoe across Loch Leven and had scouted it out on GoogleEarth. It's a great tool the old GoogleEarth…you can pick out paths and everything…or so I thought until I was floundering about on a pathless boggy slope in amongst heather, invisible burns and rocks. It wasn't much fun so I gave up. This is supposed to be fun right? It wasn't even the right light for the shot. Too much haste…Made a quick image looking up the burn, but it's not what I wanted for the book.
It was time to set up camp and chill for a bit. I had planned to camp at Caolasnacoan (pronounce that!) - a lovely site on the banks of Loch Leven but it was devoid of tents. That to me would feel a bit weird. I wouldn't mind being out in the wilderness on my own but something about being the only camper in a campsite freaks me out. So the new plan was to head to Red Squirrel Campsite in Glencoe. I've camped here many times. It's a brilliant location, nestled beneath the mountains and surrounded by trees, right in the heart of Glen Coe. Total midge-fest in summer but in October it's ideal. Got a nice quiet spot down by the river, put the tent up and lounged around playing my guitar feeling vaguely self-conscious.
Later on the sun began to slide westwards and the shadows began to lengthen. I headed round to Loch Achtriochtan hoping that the loch was still. It was! I'd planned this out before and it hadn't come off but today it was like glass, the mountains reflected perfectly and the slashes of bracken and rocks created a fine pattern across the water. I wandered along the shore making some more images of the cliffs of the Three Sisters reflected in the water…this might feature in the book. Not sure yet.
Teatime - steak on the BBQ and whacked in a roll with a massive dollop of horseradish. This is what i love about camping - good food, cooked outside under a nice sky. It was soon dark and I turned in to watch Alan Partridge on the iPad. It wasn't too cold, maybe 4 degrees or so but I was toasty warm in the tent and i drifted off to a peaceful sleep at about 10.
It didn't last.
At 1pm a group of 30 teenagers decided to pitch their tents rough next to mine. A whole campsite to choose from and they pitch next to me. Typical. I was livid. I got up and stomped around making sarcastic comments like "could you pitch your tent any closer?" and "how about just sleeping in my porch?" but they didn't care and pretty much ignored me. There wasn't much I could do, but they would be getting a rude awakening the next morning..oh yes.
To be continued...