Dear Scotland,
there is one gift from you that I loved in particular: the dark tones of your nostalgic landscapes.
As we drove up north, the scent of the air changed into the smell of leaves which the mist complimented perfectly. I breathed deeply and complained enough about the weather being too hot, too cold and too humid every other minute. But you only wanted me to experience you in full bloom, and I appreciate that.
Whenever I approached your cliffs, you left me mesmerised with the powerful waves of the ocean crushing towards rocks that, depending on the weather, showed up black and angry or glimmering from the golden sun and enchanting. I must admit that their raw and spiky edges scared me quite a lot, but they showed me how powerful and dramatic and beautiful nature is, and that’s a lesson I am going to keep forever.
Here the Chapter 1 of my Scottish journey
