Our first stop after Glasgow was the Isle of Skye, where we stayed with family in a cozy rambling farmhouse perched 300 feet above the sea.
We hiked to old dun ruins, ate hearty soups, read history, and drank whiskey by the peat fire.
Peats are bits dried turf from bogs that are burned in lieu of fire wood. Here they are being stored in a dry spot.
We also drove the family cows down to town where some were separated to be sold to market. Life on the farm... where the family raises their own meat and grows most if their own vegetables. Scottish crofters have been practicing locavorism out of necessity and economics since before, during and after the industrial food revolution and the tradition continues today.
The trip to Scotland was planned around a cousin's wedding-- a fun, rainy-day affair in a tent in a field near the sea complete with a rainbow and a traditional Scottish Ceilidh afterwards which lasted late into the evening. I must say it was really fun.
The sun came out for about 15 minutes on our last day. We used the opportunity to explore the nearby town of Mallaig. You might know this small windswept village from the movie Breaking the Waves.