Scotland is where they keep all the especially hungry sheeps and the cold, cold sea. It is where they keep the moss and the lichen. It is where they keep the heavy rain that turns into wet feet and headcolds. And where they keep the castles and spooky graveyards and cardamom buns and wooly things. And, best of all, it’s where they keep the Peonies, who know exactly where to find it all.
I am in love with Scotland. Next time, there will be time for lochs and cows with bangs and heather and moors. And next time I will bring more socks.