• Loch Cuaich

• Saturday 18th – Monday 20th July 2026

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Some places are worth every single mile… and Loch Cuaich is definitely one of them.

The journey in is long. And by long, I mean the kind of road where you start wondering if Google Maps has actually sent you to the middle of nowhere on purpose.  But then you arrive, look around and realise… ah, that’s exactly the point.

The further we drove, the more the world seemed to disappear. No traffic, no crowds, no phone signal, no noise, just a long, winding road, mountains, lochs and landscapes that looked far too good to be real.

And then there was the van.  There’s something pretty special about opening the doors in the morning and having first-class Scottish scenery as your view. No alarm clocks, no rushing around, no plans other than “what are we doing today?” Just coffee, fresh air, silence and the kind of views you could happily stare at for hours.

The previous evening we even headed out for a nighttime walk along the beach, with absolutely nowhere we needed to be and nothing we needed to do. Just the two of us, the sound of the water, the darkness, the mountains in the distance and that wonderfully peaceful feeling of being completely removed from everyday life.

We wandered along the shoreline collecting bits of driftwood, because apparently you can never have too much stuff in a van!

And then came Sgùrr a’ Mhaoraich the following day.

We somehow managed to pick one of those ridiculously perfect Scottish mountain days, blue enough skies, a few clouds in sight, brilliant conditions (read: no high winds) and views that just kept unfolding.

And the best bit?  It was practically empty. Not a soul in sight. Just us, the mountains and that slightly smug feeling of having Scotland all to ourselves.

From the summit, the views were something else. We could see across to Eigg, Rùm and Muck, with Ben Nevis and the Nevis Range, the dramatic Cuillin Ridge on Skye, Knoydart, the mountains of Glen Shiel and countless other peaks stretching away into the distance.

Below us, Loch Cuaich sat tucked into the landscape, making the whole scene feel almost unreal.

And standing up there, surrounded by all that space, silence and scenery, you remember exactly why you put in the effort to get to the top.  We sat for ages tucking in to the questionable amount of food we had packed.   Also worth it.

It was one of those weekends that wasn’t about doing loads. It was about getting away, switching off and actually taking in where we were, whether that was standing on the mountain summit, wandering along the deserted beach in the dark collecting driftwood, or simply sitting beside the van with a coffee and nowhere else to be.

A van, a mountain, a beach, a bit of driftwood and a few days with no signal… sometimes that’s all you need.