There are places you have heard about in your life. When you actually visit them, you are surprised, let down or you simply nod along, appreciating the beauty.
Scotland made me question everything that I have heard and everything I believed. It was magic on earth. Was it even our planet? Do we deserve such a place on earth? Where we are chasing rainbows, healthy cattle grazing lazily, tall grass in so many colors you lose count, the clouds know the act - and contribute valiantly, streams do their small part.
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| Every vista was worth remembering. |
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| If only this book could be read here. |
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| That pink. |
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| Colors doing their magic. The sound that the wind made, with the grass swaying like they´re drunk in the wind. |
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| We sat here for a while, taking it all in. |
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| We saw so many rainbows, but never normalized it. |
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| Loved the dark and light game that the clouds played. |
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| A writer's paradise. |
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| Wild. |
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| For a few minutes, we were alone, no car/person in sight. Such solitude. |
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| Somebody made a small tomb, maybe for a pet? |
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| Hola. |
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| Wild flowers grow around the fresh water lochs. |
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| Rainbow over loch ness. |
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| Sun and shade. And rainbow. |
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| They got up in unison, which almost made me jump back. |
I would go back in a heartbeat. Get on a train to Edinburgh and then one of them local busses.
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