It had been a cool but clear early morning in January once I visited the Grey Cairns of Camster for the very first time.

It had been a cool but clear early morning in January once I visited the Grey Cairns of Camster for the very first time.

we drove from Thurso to Wick, switching immediately after the town of Watten onto a lonely heather moorland road and continuing for seven kilometers. It had been extremely atmospheric; to my left endured a couple of dozen slowly-turning wind generators as well as on my right, a pine forest that is deep. Snowy highland hills were noticeable into the distance, and I also encountered a team of protesting sheep, blocking the trail.