“I was born and brought up in Holland Park, of all places,” Ali says, laughing. “Not exactly the Highlands. But Scotland was always there in the background.”
From the age of 11, Ali was travelling north on his own to stay with family friends near Crieff. “Dad would put me on the train with a shotgun in a slip, hand it to the guard and say, ‘Make sure he gets off at Perth.’ They were different times. Nobody batted an eyelid. I’d be picked up at the other end, and that was me straight into the hills.”
Those early summers, spent exploring the countryside around Gleneagles sparked something that never left him. “It was complete freedom. I’d be out all day fishing burns, watching deer, and learning to move properly across the hill. That’s where my love of Scotland really started. It became a home from home.”
After school, Ali pursued agriculture, working on farms in Hertfordshire and spending time on a sheep and cattle station in Australia before returning to Scotland for good. “I never really had a grand plan,” he admits. “I just knew I wanted to be outdoors.”
What followed were years immersed in estate life learning from old-school stalkers who had grown up on the land. “They hadn’t been to college. They’d been on the hill since they were boys. Everything I learned was from them: how to read the wind, how to approach deer without being seen, how to notice the small details. Once, when I was about 15, I did my first solo stalk. I thought I’d done brilliantly. When I got back, they said, ‘You were good but your stick was glinting in the sunshine.’ It’s the little things that matter and it was a lesson well learnt.”