This was our view out from the cottage we stayed at in the Scottish Highlands in May. You can see Blair Castle bright and blaring in the middle of the glen, reflecting it's bright white for all the surrounding area to see. I just love how castles command the area they reside in presence.
This was the one lucky morning that graced the glen we stayed in with sunlight. It was just after dawn, crisp and cold and utterly silent. Birds hadn't even woken yet, nor the sheep. I could almost hear the clouds caress the mountains in the distance. It was a magical moment..
We aren't done with Scotland yet, though. We plan to go back, we have so much more left to see. The whole western Highlands, Orkney and Skye... don't even think that I don't have my sights set on all the neolithic standing circles. And I still want to see a Broch.
Before I discovered that my heritage lies mainly in Scotland, I always had an attraction to it. England absolutely as well - but there was always something romantic about the rugged highlanders and their rebellious blood, all the way back to their ancestors the Picts. I can't even deny my delight at the discovery and as we rambled around for a week amongst the hills and glens it felt just a little more special.
This was the cottage we stayed at.
It took me quite some time to share that entire trip - so long in fact that I am already returned from another! This time though, we rambled through the West Country of England. But we'll return to Scotland again, of this I'm sure.