#Torridon

[kvetch19]

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[sitting-on-me-bum]

Torridon, Highlands, Scotland

© Paul Wakefield

[jojoba-hotkey]

Sketches and experiments from around Loch Maree and Beinn Eighe. These are magical places writhing with a silent, powerful energy.

[emilysandifer]

CREAG NA H-IOLAIRE: "Rock of the Eagle"

[maureen2musings]

Scottish countryside

merlins_mind

[fuckitandmovetobritain]

Great Britain: Winchester, Brighton, Allerford, Loch Torridon, Bath, Wells, Orford, East Meon,

[guy60660]

The Torridon | Campbell's of Beauly

[vox-anglosphere]

Dine like a Scottish lord at the secluded resort of Torridon, Ross-shire

[vintagecamping]

A couple of young gents stand proudly on the Highland's finest mountain, Liathach.

Glen Torridon, Scotland

1980

[travelbinge]

By Joe Hayhurst

Torridon Bay, Highlands, Scotland

[azvolrien]

So I've just got back from a couple of days at the Torridon Hotel, which is not, I strongly emphasise, somewhere I could usually afford to stay but my mum had been given a voucher as a gift. The hotel was nice but the main attraction in the area is the stunning surroundings, with the Torridon Hills making for some of the most spectacular mountain scenery in Britain.

Particular attention is paid here to the Munros Liathach (the 'th' is silent) and Beinn Alligin, which sit directly across Loch Torridon from the hotel. Three thousand feet probably doesn't sound terribly impressive if you're from, I dunno, Colorado or Switzerland or wherever, but when you see that height soaring straight up from sea level (Loch Torridon is a sea loch), it does loom rather.

[scotianostra]

Good Morning from Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Sunrise over Loch Coire Mhic Fhearchair, Torridon

📸5cott_mc/ Scott McPartlin Esq. MBE on Instagram.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Bereavement (Simon "Ghost" Riley)

[MY MASTERLIST]

Rating: M Words: 800-ish words CW: SPOILERS FOR MW3, grief, mentions of death, stealing from the dead Tags: SPOILERS FOR MW3, Ghostxf!OC (but not in this part), Soap MacTavish's family (mentioned), grief, mentions of death, stealing from the dead Summary: Ghost is going to visit Soap's resting place. He has a lot of feelings. a/n: This is part of my fic, but I had so many feelings while writing this that I wanted to share it as a 'standalone'-ish. Also it made me cry. Also I write a lot of angsty grief.

December 20th, 2023.

Loch Torridon, Scotland

57°35'57.3"N 5°43'39.4"W

2348Hours, T-Minus 12 minutes until midnight

Ghost wasn’t a bereaved man. 

He had buried his family and plenty of teammates before. He knew grief, and how to move on; there was no need to dwell on it, relive it, reminisce about it…

But minutes before the one-month anniversary, he, nonetheless, found himself trekking over the uneven terrain toward the cliffs.

If you asked him why he was doing this, he wouldn’t provide an answer. He didn’t have one. He had just gotten in his car and started driving… and eight hours later, here he was.

With only a flashlight to guide him (thanks to his preparedness of always keeping a toolbox in the boot), he moved under cover of night toward the place where they had laid Soap to rest.

Ghost wasn’t a spiritual man.

But something about Soap’s spirit not being honored on the one-month anniversary of his death felt wrong.

Or maybe it was just that Simon didn’t want to be alone in his quarters.

And so he walked.

And walked.

And walked.

The place they had picked for the release of the ashes was one that Johnny’s 3rd older sister had mentioned that he always liked to go to. A couple of klicks south of a bothy, aka a rain shelter for travelers, there was a set of rocks at the edge of a cliff, where Johnny had once carved his initials: JMT, like all teenage boys do.

Pippa MacTavish had told the three men that her baby brother had taken a girl on a date there once, and had gotten his first kiss on that spot. Ghost was almost sure that the young Johnny and his crush had done more than just ‘kiss’ that night. But he kept his mouth shut. Though, on the inside, he did cheer on the youngin.

Ghost wasn’t a sentimental man.

But he had kept a set of Johnny’s dog tags for himself.

The kid might have been a bit of a wild child and a loose cannon, but he took his gear seriously. Or maybe he was just that proud of his military service. Either way, he had multiple sets of dog tags.

Besides the patch indicating his blood type on his vest, he wore a set of metal tags around his neck, kept another in a small pocket in his pack, and another in his childhood bedroom at home.

Ghost had stolen from the dead many times… both enemies and teammates alike. He never felt guilty before, because it was needed: weapons, ammo, FAKs... Sometimes those stolen pieces of gear had kept Ghost alive when a more morally sound man would’ve died.

He hadn’t been stupid enough to take the ones he was wearing on him, those were his family’s to keep. But Ghost had stuck his hand in Soap’s pack while riding on the convoy and pocketed the spares.

And keeping a set of Soap’s dog tags for himself felt wrong.

So he didn’t tell anyone.

Ghost wasn’t a friendly man.

But he had grown fond of Johnny.

Ghost tried to keep people at a distance, but Johnny had an issue with giving people their personal space, it seems. The bloody Scot had crashed through Simon’s barriers and taken his trust by force.

Soap had made his way into Simon’s cold, dead heart like he was breaking and entering… Then proceeded to say “This is nice and cosy, mind if I stay ‘ere a while?” and despite his objections, the kid had just set up shop and stayed perfectly nestled in.

Like an annoying younger brother…

And Simon couldn’t get mad at that.

Ghost kept moving over the grass, his flashlight pointing downward and a bit ahead so he didn’t trip over a rock or something.

If spirits do exist, then Johnny would surely mock him from the afterlife if he tripped on his way to the ‘memorial’.

With that thought in mind, Ghost decided to be even more careful.

Just as he was coming up the hill, however… He spotted it. The dark silhouette of a person sitting over the rocks.

Only Soap’s family and the 1-4-1 knew about this spot…

Maybe it was a family member of Johnny’s...

But he couldn’t help but feel like it was an intruder… And with Makarov still on the loose, he wasn’t taking any chances.

His right hand slowly palmed the handle of his sidearm as his left quickly turned off his flashlight. He went back to blending in with the darkness of the seaside cliffs.

Then, he slowly began to take silent tentative steps through the darkness, hoping that the cold wind would be enough to mask the sounds of his footfalls as he approached.

He was going to find out who this was.

[colonellickburger]

Adrian Vila. Torridon deer, Scotland, August 2023

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Rugby is a game for the mentally deficient. That is why it was invented by the British. Who else but an Englishman could invent an oval ball?

- Peter Cook

The Six Nations’ Rugby.

Tartan representing Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 – The Flower of Scotland Tartan representing Ireland 🇮🇪 – The Irish National Tartan representing Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 – Arduaine Red Tartan representing England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 – Lewis Red Tartan representing France 🇫🇷 – Torridon Royal Tartan representing Italy 🇮🇹 – Alisa Navy

[leibal]

Diabeg is a minimal residence located in Torridon, Scotland, designed by Dualchas Architects. An existing ruin on the site was last known to be occupied in 1912. Since then, one end of this former crofthouse has either been taken down, or fallen down. The ruined end has been patched up with corrugated iron and the building is being used as s sheep shelter. The design proposes a new 2-bedroom dwelling split into two wings.