Gleneagles Hotel and Resort

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Overlanding in a Land Rover Defender through the Scottish Highlands.
By Tina Adams

Where Life is an Adventure and Everyone Comes to Experience It

It’s easy to see why the Scottish resort Gleneagles is an iconic landmark and travel destination among the world’s golfing community. Housed on 850 acres, the resort offers three championship courses, practice areas, and a nine-hole PGA National Academy Course all set at the foot of the Scottish Highlands and an hour away from Saint Andrews, the birthplace of golf. While such golfing legends as James Braid and Jack Nicklaus are synonymous with Gleneagles, there is another well-known name associated with the resort – Formula One champion, Sir Jackie Stewart.

When Sir Jackie Stewart retired from motorsports in 1973, he led a campaign for higher standards of safety for race car drivers, recalling an accident in 1966 at Spa-Francochamps that left him pinned in his race car while fuel emptied out onto him. While improving safety standards for race car drivers in the 1970s, Stewart’s passion for shooting didn’t wane, and the Jackie Stewart Shooting School opened at Gleneagles in 1985. It immediately became an international destination for shooters, both amateur and professional alike, as well as celebrities and members of the Royal Family, all wanting to test their skills at clay pigeons.

Tina taking target practice at the Sir Jackie Stewart Shooting School at Gleneagles.

The next day with kids in tow, we were greeted by Steve Burdett and his Land Rover Defender in front of the Gleneagles Hotel for what would be a different kind of motoring adventure; one that could only take place at Gleneagles in the Scottish countryside.

Loaded up, we headed out of the resort and west, past the Orchil Loch Trout Fishery and up in the hills. Within 10 minutes of our departure from the 5-star opulence of the resort, my family of four was standing in total isolation looking at rolling green hills, creeks, pastures, rabbits and hundreds of sheep staring at us blankly. Suddenly, Steve told me it was time for me to drive. Sure thing! Right hand drive, manual transmission with a gearshift to my left, and the road ahead dove straight down into a river. I knew I could handle it. At least, I wouldn’t have to worry about staying on the left side of the road.

Read more about Tina’s thrilling adventure at Gleneagles in Via Corsa Magazine Issue 6!