After last night’s Frightened Rabbit concert, I’ve been dreaming of all-things Scottish lately. Aw heck, who am I kidding… I’m almost always dreaming of all-things Scottish.
Ian and I went to Scotland for our honeymoon, and we both fell in love with the place. It’s moody and rainy and windy and kind of mystical and wonderful. We loved the old buildings and history of Edinburgh, and the slightly gritty, urban, art-filled Glasgow. But our hands-down favourite part of Scotland was the Highlands. The “big” towns of Oban, Fort William, and Inverness are lovely, and the tiny little towns like Inveraray and Mallaig are so charming. Kind of like living inside Hamish Macbeth.
I like to travel to new places, and not repeat the same trip twice. But I really want to go back to Scotland. And if we did, we’d try and rent a cottage like this or maybe like these. Can’t you imagine cozying up in front of the fire while the Scottish countryside sprawls outside? Gorgeous.