The first day of autumn where we come from; the first day of spring here and snow on the ground and the mountains as we left Inverness, travelling to Stirling. A starting temperature of minus two as we walked around the Battlefield of Culloden. The sense of desolation and hopelessness around us, those who fought and died had no option. Lying mortally wounded in the cold icy puddles on the moor. Shivers down our spine, goosebumps on our arms.

Through the valley between snow covered mountains we stopped at little villages of Aviemore, Blair Athol and Pitlochry. Beautiful places, also steeped in history. A much more scenic trip than last year when we drove that same road to escape being snowed in at Inverness.

At Stirling now, we have driven past the castle and are now sitting in a little pub grazing. Pete is enjoying an ale, and I am writing. Perfect end to the day. Do we miss the warmth of home, where it is probably thirty degrees? Yes, but this is a holiday, an escape away and an adventure. We are ticking places off our bucket list. In just over a week, we will be heading home on the big plane. In the meantime, we will enjoy this beautiful country.

So much history, such a connection with the people and the land itself. Immersing ourselves in the history where our ancestors trod. Making our own path.

Connections here which will enhance our lives when we return to Australia. Ties and relationships which will influence how we live the rest of our lives. So much magic. We never know what’s around the corner; that’s exciting!