These wooded slopes are charming in their way,

but give me Blà Bheinn any day.

The castles, vineyards, little villages are, well…so German.

They make me feel, what I am, foreign.

Gorse and bracken, Scottish wind and rain.

Golspie, Dornoch, Brora, Tain.

There’s nothing wrong with here.

It’s just not…home.