It’s the pits.
Especially if you’re into the great outdoors.
I can hit up the UK’s biggest national park in less than an hour, or take a detour to the coast.
And then there’s the nearby wilderness, perfect for a stroll or snapping pics of my favorite short-eared owls (still no luck with that elusive wild haggis, but I ain’t giving up).
Loads of castles to wander through.
Bag a ‘Munro’ or two, soak in the view from the top.
Head out on a coastal road trip, catch the sunset on Skye.
No way anyone’s bribing me back to England, let alone London.
Not much to say about nightlife. Been a good decade since I hit the clubs. Nights for me now are sipping a wee dram after the missus hits the hay.
Town center’s a bit of a ghost town lately, half the shops shuttered up. But when the festivals or Highland Games roll around, it’s a blast.
For me, bliss is a walk into the countryside, no one in sight for hours. So if you’re a bit of a recluse like me, Scotland beyond the big cities is your jam.
Just a heads up, hazmat suit might come in handy on those serene summer days. Midges ain’t no laughing matter.