Driving through the Highlands, feeling the vastness of the land and watching the clouds descend over the mountains, is a truly humbling experience. From Glencoe to the famous castle of Eilean Donan, we watched out the car windows in silence as the magic of the landscape revealed itself. More than once we remarked that photographs can't do it justice. And yet we tried anyway, hopping out of the car at every opportunity.
This time I spent with my husband and my parents was truly a gift. We are good travel companions, the four us. Each giving the others the space to wander and explore on their own, always coming back to the fold for a hot cup of tea, a wee dram, or a good meal together. We talked of nothing and everything. We tramped through mud and moss, felt the grey mountain mists on our faces, and lingered over warm wood fires. Two gentlemen explored that nectar of the Highlands known as single malt whisky, and two ladies sipped French wine while they did it. It was all just right.