Through my jet-lagged haze I watched sunrises and sunsets over lochs and mountains; I climbed hills like a happy clumsy mountain goat. It was amazing. I could spend weeks just exploring the Isle of Skye, there were so many corners where there wasn't a soul...only the birds for company.
Even in Edinburgh there were plenty of quiet spaces away from the Royal Mile and touristy woolen shops. Scotland radiated both charm and ferocity at the same time and I can't wait to return.