Travelling from Aberdeen to Knoydart feels like both an adventure and a return home. For me, it is also a way to accompany the voices of Torry — a community in Aberdeen that fights hard to defend its land, its stories, and its future. Together we carry those voices north, from the grey city shaped by fishing and oil to the “rough bounds” of Knoydart, where other stories of land, loss, and resilience continue to live.

We drive across the Highlands to Mallaig, where we meet the walkers arriving from Skye. The ferry crossing becomes another point of celebration — flags raised, laughter carried by the salt air. When we land in Knoydart the sun is still high, spilling light across the sea and hills. We pitch our tents in the Knoydart campsite, while others cook in the community kitchen. Everything feels voluntary, shared, unspoken — a rhythm of generosity that carries through the weekend.