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From Applecross to Torridon

The 24 mile coastal road from Applecross to Shielding was constructed in the late 1970s to connect all the small crofting villages of the area and also to provide an all weather route to Applecross as the Bealach na ba was often impassable in winter conditions. Every inch of it is a delight albeit a bit scary in a few places. Numerous passing places make progress quite easy but there is just one short section which has a wall on one side and crags on the other which gives no place to pass. Just pray you don't meet oncoming traffic!

The photos show the route and land much better than I could describe it so I will let the photos do the talking. The new road joins the main Kishorn to Kinlochewe road at the delightful village of Shieldaig. Then its on to Torridon with it's majestic mountain scenery. Three of the most impressive hills in The Highlands; Beinn Aligin, Laithach and Beinn Eighe are situated in this area.

I parked up at the far end of Torridon and took a distinct track to Loch Clair to get some photos of the hills and loch. It was good to get out and stretch my legs as I had been cooked up in the car for most of the day. An added bonus was that due to the relatively dry spring, the midges still hadn't hatched.
I think this was the only time that I have ever been in Torridon and not been bitten to death by the blighters. Apparently a few weeks later they were out up to there usual tricks.

The final section of my route was following the road alongside Loch Maree which is the perfect way to end the day.


Loch Torridon

Loch Torridon and the Torridon hills

The road to Sheildaig

Torridon Hills

Isle of Skye and Raasay from Applecross

Loch Torridon and the Torridon hills

Loch Torridon and the Torridon hills

Loch Torridon and the Torridon hills

Loch Torridon and the Torridon hills from Kenmore

the Red House, Torridon

Upper Loch Torridon

Upper Loch Torridon and Beinn Damph

The Torridon hills

Beinn Alligin

Loch Torridon

Torridon Viewpoint

Beinn Eighe

Laithach and Beinn Eighe

Beinn Eighe from The Coulin Estate

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