The lure of Glen Coe in winter

The Scottish Highlands. It’s the only place on Earth that pulls me like a magnet and where I will eventually call home if I have my way. There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t think about being there. Something about the landscape allows me to breathe, spread my mind out, feel I’m where I belong.

These photographs of the south-western Highlands were taken on my way to a regular winter house sit in the Isle of Skye. It took me five days to drive all the way up from the south of England because I had so little energy after my nervous breakdown but, as ever, that turned out to be a positive thing because the delay meant that I was able to spend time in the staggeringly beautiful area of Glencoe while it was under a blanket of snow and bathed in low sunlight. One of the most memorable times I’ve spent in Scotland.