Back from Scotland. That was beyond amazing. I’ve dreamt of going to Scotland since I was a little girl listening to Enya and finally it was time. Thank you George eternally for making it happen.
We landed in Edinburgh on the Thursday and headed straight out for dinner with the birthday kid Stephen. So. Much. Food. Total food crash back at the hotel even if we had a 3D tv. Fail.
In the morning there was a bit of never ending faffing with the car rental company and we ended on leaving 3h later than planned.
But who cares when you are on the roads in Scotland?! Highlands baby. My sexy man drove us safely up the coast and I fell even more in love with him with every gorgeous mile.
After hours on the road with views like this
And a million wee pauses we finally arrived in beautiful scrabster
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We were not sorry to leave and jump on the ferry to the orkneys. After a bumpy ride with the obligatory seasick we reached our goal
Otherworldly beautiful Orkney. Seriously. I think I must be a descendant of some Viking chillin in this place back in the days because it totally felt like home.
For some it felt more like food.
I ended up leaving everyone and just walking around ‘feeling the nature’. Yes, totally one of those experiences.
We ran around like kids while the setting sun painted the world in pinks and purples. Spectacular with the purple heather on the moors
Such kids.
After all of that we went back to the house for a midnight dinner before crashing in bed as soon as the food was finished. Weaklings.
Saturday gave us true Scottish weather with relentless rain. Since I’m me I was wearing nothing practical. But my leather jacket have seen worse conditions than this.
I was lajving wuthering heights pretending heathcliff was coming to sweep me off my feet.
He did <3.
In the afternoon it stopped raining. But first we went to an old tomb raided by Vikings in the 12th century leaving rune graffiti saying things like ‘asbjorn is the best rune mason in the world’ and ‘svein was here’. Love that people haven’t changed.
We did some very windy cliff walking. Good thing we are both sturdy on the ground.
I mean come on!
Selfie galore.
Everything made my soul ache. I know that is cheesy but it’s true. I don’t really know how to explain exactly how much I felt at home and harmonic in that place.
Then we took a stroll through the fields.
Acted like kids again.
And met some horses
In the evening birthday dinner for Stephen. My steak had haggis on it. Delicious. I even like the sounds of bagpipes. I think I might be part Scottish. Or like having an ancestor that was kidnapped from these shores by the raiding vikings back in the days.
On the Sunday we had to leave early to catch the ferry and start the drive down. Sorry babe for being useless making you drive the whole way.
Kept being beautiful. I did not want to leave. It’s something about sitting in a car with the person you love and just take in the landscape.
Because we are awesome!!
We entered the land of Michaels family
And decided to visit their castle. Because who doesn’t want a castle?
George does so he tried to break in. Sorry hun, one day we might have a little cabin but I don’t think castle is in our future.
After some food and like 5 more hours driving we finally got to the airport. Very tired. It was a long day of traveling. Crashed in bed around 1am.
This was by far one of my best holidays. I love Scotland, I loved going there and experiencing it with George and I feel so relaxed and kind of in harmony after this holiday.
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