“To the Edge of the World – Rubha Hunish”
The journey to the Lookout Bothy begins in Shulista, a small crofting village marked by a red phone box. From here, a rough trail winds across moorland, dips through boggy ground, and climbs toward the cliffs of the Trotternish Peninsula.
The hike is not long — about six kilometers — but it demands care. Paths are uneven, weather shifts quickly, and the cliffs are sheer. Yet every step is rewarded with views that stretch across the Minch to the Outer Hebrides.
At last, the bothy appears: a squat, whitewashed hut clinging to the cliff edge. Built in 1928 as a coastguard lookout, it now serves as a shelter for walkers. Inside, it is small — room for three at most. There is no fireplace, no running water, no electricity. But there are binoculars, charts of whales and seabirds, and a bay window that frames the Atlantic like a living painting.
Here, you might sit alone, listening to the crash of waves and the cries of seabirds. Or you might share the space with fellow travelers, swapping tales of hikes and storms. Either way, the bothy offers something rare: the feeling of being at the edge of the world, yet utterly at home.
