Surreal is the best and only way to describe it.
The friendships made and sights seen as we hiked, biked and rode a train west through the highlands to the Isle of Skye and then east to Aviemore for a most legend’ry wedding were some of the most memorable of life. I was only there for just under two weeks but it felt entirely like home.
( We only left because Grace was causing a shortage of malt vinegar, and I’d managed to break the country’s internet. )
The following 3,940,283 pictures are a smidge of our adventures through Edinburgh, Glasgow, Fort William, biking around Glen Nevis, the Harry Potter bridge, Mallaig, seal-watching ferry to Skye, Portree, hiking the Old Man of Storr, Kyle of Lochalsh, Inverness, Aviemore and back to Edinburgh.
Looking back leaves me in a happy state of incredulity, and if you’d ever considered visiting Scotland I hope this convinces you.