I have a great love of this part of the world, Wide open you can go for days and not see anyone, but stop at one of the small houses, they take you in the kittle will go on and the pan will get a light, The land is wild it's like going back in time you will hear the Bag pipes on the night air you will see men wear skirts of bright colors now what ever you do don't call them skirts not if you want your head to be still on your neck, they carry big long and so very sharp swords, just for sport you understand they are held by the laws of the land not to kill but so many people go in to these wilds and never return, could there be a beast, may be a wolf pack, or a mad Scots man and you asked why he has a skirt on him