Walking the Highlands of Scotland was amazing. Never had I
seen such an abundance of wildflowers, especially heather, all in one spot, and
the views from the top of the crag were fantastic. Ah, such a place to call
home must surely be like a bit of heaven on Earth.
Of course, it wasn’t my home. I was just a visitor, an
interloper into the serene scenery and clean mountain air. But oh, to look up
into that clear blue sky with the clouds rolling lazily by, what I wouldn’t
give to stay in that spot forever. I could believe Brigadoon was just over yon
hill.
How aggrieved I was when night started to come on and I had
to make my way down the hill. Sure the inn I was staying at was nice, the
people friendly, and such a preponderance of food the likes of which I had
never seen, but by comparison to the natural wonders I beheld outside everything
else paled.
I wasn’t watching where I was going having been so caught up
in the beauty around me that I stumbled on a rock as I continued downward. I
cursed silently to myself for having been so stupid. A hand reached down to
help me to my feet.
“Thank you.” I must have hit my head for the man attached to
that hand looked like a British soldier from centuries ago. In full military
garb, he was immaculate in his formal red uniform.
