Sometime this summer it will be my 20th anniversary of visiting Assynt, the little corner in the North-West Highlands I now call home, for the first time. I vividly remember my first journey to the far North in the summer of 2001. My friend Catherine, who had local connections, and I had started from Edinburgh, ventured in good spirit all the way up the A9, hit Inverness, made it over the Kessock Bridge – surely we were close now?

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