Five reads that are lodge-ical
The Editor has sent me — in our imagination — to a lodge in the Highlands with a generous supply of sherry, red wine and food. A week in a highland lodge, with access to prime salmon rivers and remote hill lochs teeming with wild brown trout, with the offer of a day or two walking-up a few grouse, is a wonderful prospect. It promises to be a week in a sportsman’s paradise.
Unfortunately, the weather has different ideas. Driving rain and howling winds are battering the lodge; rivers are in roaring spate, the lochs are a seething turmoil of wild water. I cannot, of course, blame the Editor for the sort of weather that has greeted my arrival. It is a Scottish speciality and illustrates that what is arguably the most beautiful country in the world can, on occasions, seem to be the
