The Buchan-eers

During a summer that included Ferrari-spotting at Mallorca’s Puerto Portals marina, the true luxury was travelling for two days in order to spend 13 hours invaded, and finally overrun, by midges on the Isle of Harris in an attempt to gain a Macnab.

The quest for a Macnab is far more of an ego trip than looking for a parking space for one’s supercar. For the whole day, or even week, from pre-dawn to dusk, the most knowledgeable and experienced gillies, stalkers and keepers give their entire concentration and provide access to a large portion of the Highlands and Islands to facilitate your quest to catch a salmon, shoot a brace of grouse and take a beast. It is a privilege well worth battling any number of motorways, ferries and single-track roads in the fog for. So when offered me the coveted opportunity to attempt a Macnab on the Amhuinnsuidhe estate on Harris, I instantly threw my guns, rifle, waders (not necessary as it turned out), binoculars, whisper-coat and all my other kit into the vehicle and, some time later,