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.Share this post: