By Rory Knight Bruce of The Field
Monday, 22 September 2008
The essentially Victorian sporting week of whisky, fireside conversation, a first salmon and a long stalk on the hill still thrives today – along with the chance to have a pot shot at being laird of all you survey.
Even in the distinctly chilly wind of Scotland’s new urban politics, the thought of a week-long stay in a Highland or island sporting lodge is still enough to stir the blood of any true sportsman. Nowhere in the world is it possible to experience comparable remote majesty, pampered solitude and sense of history.
