UK fine art landscape prints by David Ross

Ardnamurchan and Moidart, Scotland

Fine Art Landscape Prints

This gallery covers a rather large region – but then, so do most of my other Scotland galleries! The Ardnamurchan peninsula is famously home to the most westerly point of land in mainland Britain, but there’s so much more to see than the lighthouse on the point of the peninsula. The landscape is stunning, with views across Loch Sunart to Mull in the south. Moidart is even less accessible than the Ardnamurchan, with only a few narrow roads skirting the region.


The images in this gallery were taken over the course of a week I spent in the area in early Spring. I was based at Kentra, a small community just north west of Acharacle, between Ardnamurchan and Moidart. I chose the location as a fairly central point between the Ardnamurchan peninsula itself and the ruined castle at Tioram that I was keen to photograph. I seem to make a lot of decisions on where to stay based on proximity to historic sites! I must have photographed Tioram at dawn and dusk 3 or 4 times over the course of the week. One unexpected pleasure of my location on the shore of Kentra Bay was easy access to the little harbour at Ardtoe, where I was able to photograph a stunning sunset along the rocky shore. One longer drive I took several times was up to Glenfinnan, where I photographed the monument at night and in the early morning, but those images fall outside this particular gallery.

I made the drive from Kentra, through Salen, and on to the Ardnamurchan peninsula every day for the week, and as usual there were a few unexpected pleasures. The highlight for me was undoubtedly the small picnic area at Camas Torsa, which provided wonderful views up Loch Sunart for some absolutely fabulous photos of the early dawn. On one occasion I had been photographing a fantastic sunrise, and was just taking a breather, standing back and soaking in the early morning stillness, when I heard a whisper of a sound coming from down the loch, I turned in time to see a pair of geese, wingtip to wingtip, flying up the loch, a bare metre above the water surface. The sound of their wings was barely audible, but it was the only sound to be heard in the dawn stillness. There was no way I could have swung my camera around to get a photo, so I just stood and marvelled as they flew past, almost silent, the air scarcely disturbed by their passing. It was one of those wonderful vignettes of nature that make getting up an an absurd hour to photograph the natural landscape of Britain so marvellously rewarding.