The Land of Scotts

I travelled to Scotland with my parents, boyfriend and car hogging dog. But thankfully me and my bloke took our own car - his car, which is diesel and made the journey on one tank. Good for my bank card to say the least!
We did consider flying, it's only a short half hour-ish flight over a ten hour cruise down the M6, but we opted for the wheels all the same as we thought the road trip could be fun.
Stopping at the Lock Lomond was a treat, and something we couldn't have done had we taken the flight. Glorious snow clad mountains, sunny skies and perfect waters certainly got me singing 'I'll take the high rood and yee take the low rood...' You get the gist.
Being somewhere so...fresh...was mind clearing. Cycling the tiny Isle of Lismore in hopes of seeing some wildlife - and low and behold! Beautiful seagulls. And a few sheep.
But it was sunny, and fun and bottom aching (I actually quite enjoyed it)
Up to the Nevis range for some skiing! We were wary about being told we wouldn't need our poles, but we got the hang of it and saw some lovely views from the mountain. Waterfall walks were a highlight. For me, apart from seeing dolphins about six years ago, the rushing flow of clear, want-to-dance-under-it water makes my day.
Sadly me and Steve didn't stay long enough to visit the Isle of Iona, where my ‘rents saw eagles, otters, seals, deer, and DOLPHINS! Way not fair. I was a tad annoyed at the inconvenience of us leaving.
So that was my holiday to Scootland! Fun, sun, snow and wildlife (after we left) and the road trip was entertaining, confusing sheep for cows in my drowsy just-woken state. They didn’t let me forget it!