Highlander Outdoor is incredibly proud to call Scotland home.

Over the past 36 years, we have designed and tested our outdoor equipment and clothing in Scotland. From deep glens to towering peaks and snow capped mountains, we have always had a passion and commitment to produce outdoor gear so you can explore your world, your way. 


Coll Insulated Jacket

Our fully reversible Coll Insulated jacket will keep you protected from the cold on any adventure. With one side in classic black and the other in petrol blue, giving you great versatility for being out on the hills or tackling a more urban environment.



Lewis Insulated Jacket

Our Lewis Insulated Jacket is ideal for days when the temperature plummets. Its TECLOFT synthetic insulation is designed to retain heat even when wet, and dry out quickly so you stay warm on your adventures.




Fara Insulated Jacket

The Fara Insulated Jacket filled with TECLOFT synthetic insulation will keep you warm around town and out in the wilds. Weighing only 300g, it can be comfortably worn on its own or under a waterproof layer, and can be easily stowed in a bag so you're always prepared for a weather change.


Troon Dry Bag Duffle
From £39.99


Isle of Skye Carbon Lite Walking Pole


Vorlich Rucksack


Crieff Canvas Roll Bag


Arran Jacket


Edinburgh Camp Chair
From £24.99



Ben Nevis Rucksacks
From £114.99

If you are ready to take on a new adventure and push your limits, our Ben Nevis Rucksack can be counted on to help you every step of the way. A fully adjustable Tri-Active back system, sternum strap, load stabilisation strap and padded hip belt evenly distribute the weight of your rucksack to avoid strain on your back.



Robert Burns

Robert Burns


Cuillin Gaiters


Glencoe Gaiters


Glenshee Gaiters


Grampian Ankle Gaiters

Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Address to a Haggis


Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis