It wasn’t until the moment I realised I was heading back to London that it hit me—just how much I’d come to love Edinburgh. The city is refined and understated, but its people are anything but. They’re bold, direct, and refreshingly genuine. I’d thought I’d grown used to the polite evasiveness of Londoners, but every encounter with a hearty, straight-talking Scot felt like a breath of fresh air.
This Scottish adventure took me to many places—through the Highlands, across islands—but the five days I spent in Edinburgh were wonderfully unhurried. I walked the length of the city, from the Old Town to the New Town, soaking in the galleries, the castle, and Carlton Hill. But, in truth, Edinburgh’s most beautiful sights aren’t the landmarks. They’re found in the city’s unique atmosphere and its people—in the hidden corners and quiet streets, in the warmth of conversations with strangers.
In just a few days, I experienced all four seasons in Edinburgh. Even the rain felt beautiful there. If life insists on handing out grey skies and drizzle, I can’t think of a better place to endure it than Scotland.
After all, rainwater here doesn’t just soak the earth—it turns into whisky. And that, my friends, makes all the difference.
