There is no doubt that Scotland is very beautiful: hills, mountains, lochs, waterfalls, wonderful flowers, beaches, trees, wildlife and so on… So if you are thinking of coming here on holiday… DON’T DO IT! At least, not in August, in a tent. And if I should ever suggest coming again, just say one word to me – MIDGES.
After leaving Applecross I went to Torridon and found a delightful campsite. Delightful in the day time anyway. By the evening the hoards of midges had descended, in their thousands, making it impossible to even leave the tent. Thank heavens for midge-proof netting. And whisky.
Despite all this, this song has been singing in my head, Bob Dylan’s version, which ends with:
Well, my heart’s in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There’s a way to get there and I’ll figure it out somehow
But I’m already there in my mind
And that’s good enough for now
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer –
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.