Scottish impressions

We came back from Scotland two days ago and I already miss it. I miss its cold, sometimes warm, but never a heat. I miss its wild blackberries and rowan fruits. Its advantage of small towns over big cities (sorry, Edinburgh, I love Kirkcaldy so much more). I miss its sea and stones, its hills covered with herbs and wild flowers. Its cry of gulls and the politeness of people (with just one exception, because there must be an exception in each paradise). Its neverending walk paths. Cedric and his vivid mind. But first and foremost, I miss our family time that gave us so much breath as we needed. Although we would take so much more, if it was possible. Without a doubt.

Two things I won't miss: the fluffy bread and the goat squeezing, sorry, bagpipe players. You have no mercy!

Info for visually impaired people: I've just added a load of pictures from Kirkcaldy, Saint Andrews, Loch Leven and Dunfermline. 

One was taken by my First born ( the one with a kids bike on an almost empty street), the rest by myself.