Welcome to the shop.
Hi, my name is Iain Harper, author of the Cicerone guidebook Walking the Cape Wrath Trail.
Over the years so many people have got in touch to ask if any products were available, I figured it was about time to do something about it.
But I wanted to do it right, so there are only a few high quality products to start with based on an original drawing by my late father (see below).
The Cape Wrath Trail doesn't belong to anyone, and isn't even an oficially recognised route, but hopefully anyone who hankers after a memento can find something they like - if not let me know.
About the artwork.
We wanted to do this right, and started with an an original pen and ink sketch by my late father, Anthony Harper, of the iconic sea stack, Am Buachaille at Sandwood Bay.
Hopefully this will prove popular - it's already made its way onto a walker's leg!
Graphic designer extraordinaire Mark Vice has worked his magic and turned this original drawing into something that befits any t-shirt or mug.
The distance was a tricky one because of the many route variations, but after much deliberation we went down the middle with 220 Miles.
[The Cape Wrath Trail] is the sort of long distance route that most keen walkers dream of. A long tough trek through some of the most majestic,remote and stunningly beautiful landscape you could dare imagine. The Cape Wrath Trail is a challenging and often remote route which, in essence, could be described as the hardest long distance backpacking route in the UK.
Richard E Byrd, Alone (1938)
After gazing at the sky for some time, I came to the conclusion that such beauty had been reserved for remote and dangerous places, and that nature has good reasons for demanding special sacrifices from those who dare to contemplate it.
Bernard DeVoto, The Course of Empire (1952)
What they had done, what they had seen, heard, felt, feared – the places, the sounds, the colours, the cold, the darkness, the emptiness, the bleakness, the beauty. ‘Til they died, this stream of memory would set them apart, if imperceptibly to anyone but themselves, from everyone else. For they had crossed the mountains.