A few things about the Scottish Highlands. First, wow. It is an absolutely beautiful, rugged, lonely place. We were reminded of Colorado a bit (admittedly maybe because it’s been awhile). National park land means few towns or farms or people in general (except on the one road that provides access). And sweeping valleys with craggy mountains and dramatic skies. The ocean part isn’t reminiscent of home so much, but the beauty of uninhabited space sure made us feel comfortable.
Second, it feels remote. The highway in is a 2-lane winder where if you get suck behind a logging lorry, you are stuck behind a logging lorry. That means when you get somewhere, you feel like you earned it. And also partly why our planned 3-hr drive took 9.
(Also because we spent a few hours at Castle Doune getting a tour by Monty Python-er Terry Jones. Best audio guide yet!)
Lastly, if we are ever forced to emigrate to the UK, you can find us in the Scottish Highlands. An alpaca farm sounds like a pretty good idea.
We spent our few days hiking, watching salmon jump up waterfalls, scouting for Nessie, ooh-ing at Inverness (and its rec center with three water slides), and feeling cozy.
Magrilless 
Can’t wait to see the paintings.
Except for the 9 hour drive it looks like a wonderful time was had by all!
Scotland you say? My bags are already packed- I love remote beautiful, castles.