Struan Gray



I spent several childhood summers in Kinlochbervie, up in the windiest, wettest corner of Northwest Scotland.  Further south, my wife spent those same summers holidaying on the Coigach peninsula.  We still sometimes do battle over which beach is better, Achnahaird or Oldshoremore, but it is to Coigach that we now make our family's annual summer pilgrimage.


However much I try, I cannot rid myself of a sappy romantic attitude to the area.  I draw the line at wearing tartan, but craggy mountains, shortbread and tablet, and gale-swept seascapes are an essential part of my Scottish experience.  The locals may all be networked up and globalised to the hilt, but I rejoice in our spotty cellphone coverage and the total lack of email.  The point of a holiday is to relax, and if that means putting on the rose-tinted blinkers, I can live with the shame.


Of necessity, I photograph in the evenings, sneaking out into the long twilight once the children are safely in bed.  Sometimes this means a magic show from the gods of atmosphere, sometimes it means falling into a rank bog in the midnight rain.  Often, it means accepting that the wind will take hold of the camera and add its own mark to the photographic process.  I am never quite sure if I am a rambler with a camera, or a photographer in hiking boots, but almost always the distinction becomes irrelevant after the first few steps.

Enard Bay




Camas Coille




Stac Pollaidh and Cul Beag








Fox Hill




Rushes on Loch Raa




Water Lilies on Loch Raa




Water Lilies on Loch Raa II




Coigach Alpenglow







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