Highland Travels to Putting Down Roots

I feel privileged that we can help visitors enjoy the beauty and wonder of this amazing place, and possibly be a part of their Scottish Highland stories

When I was a young girl, my dad always worked away from home, he would spend his days travelling all of Scotland and would come back and tell me all the stories of his travels. Of all the places he mentioned, I always loved the Highland stories, the names of the places and the descriptions of amazing scenery and the wildlife he encountered always caught my attention. Sometimes if we were lucky, we would accompany him on his adventures, usually staying in our caravan or sometimes hotels. It was wonderful driving through the highlands and trying to place myself in the stories that were always told along the way. Tales of birds of prey hunting and swooping down catching their prey, otters jumping into the water and coming out with a fish in their mouth and, of course, the occasional spooky ghost story as we drove past an old castle surrounded by mist. This was my first experiences of the Highlands and it stole my heart.

As an adult, I lived and got married on the Isle of Lewis (Scottish Gaelic: Eilean Leòdhais), we, of course, honeymooned in the Highlands, and it did not disappoint. It was late November, there was thick snow on the ground as we drove through the stunning mountains and valleys. A huge stag was standing his ground at the edge of the road, we slowed down to see a few deer nestled in the trees, it was if the stag was protecting them, it was mesmerising. We stayed in a hotel overlooking Loch Ness and nothing could have been more perfect, a hot toddy and a warm blanket looking out over the loch trying to catch a glimpse of Nessie.

Fast forward a few years and we finally made the move with our family. We now own a guest house here and I feel privileged that we can help visitors enjoy the beauty and wonder of this amazing place, and possibly be a part of their Scottish Highland stories.