- Published: 31 July 2018
Carbost | Isle of Skye
Mitch shares his love of the wild with visitors from all over the world. Read how he brings his knowledge of wild nature, foraging, bush craft, fishing and stalking together in his work to share a unique experience of Skye with guests, under his guidance through its spectacular landscapes.
My alarm goes off anytime between 4 and 7am. Sometimes, particularly at the time of year when it doesn’t truly get dark, I’m awake before the bell. Deer stalking requires a very early start but if I’m going to be fly fishing or leading a Wild Walk, then a more civilised start to the day is welcome.
Many folk think that living on an island is very insular; it’s quite the opposite in my line of work; international clients come to see Skye’s world famous sights, enjoy the outdoors and maybe catch a fish! This year, for the first time, I’ve had clients from Bali and Turkey and last year ticked off New Hampshire in the U.S. meaning I now have met clients from all 50 American states.
This week, I’ll be meeting been a group of gregarious New Yorkers, who are revisiting after coming on a retreat last year, then I have an Italian couple, a Spanish father and son and there are some English and Scots guests amongst them too. I think Skye attracts such a cross section of nationalities because of the visual beauty and diverse wildlife, but also our reputation for great food, the very rich history and of course, great craic.
As part of their trip people are keen to get off the beaten track with one of my Wild Walks, or try a traditional Highland pursuit like fly fishing or deer stalking, more and more popular of late, visitors (and locals) are really interested in finding wild food and book me for a foraging expedition.
As we enter the high season I still try and find a bit of downtime to recharge the batteries. So, I’ll try and get a chance to fish – taking a wee boat into Loch Harport after the mackerel, or Samantha and I will head out with our collie dog, Breac, kayaking or take our camper van on a wee jaunt to the beaches of Harris.
So that’s a wee snapshot, in my next blog I’ll write about a week in the life of . . .