My mouth was full of the cloud from the smoke of a Skye fireside.

Sat in a dark green leather armchair of the library in Stirling castle reading Robert Louis Stevenson with a good helping of mums homemade shortbread.

Summer evening smelling the heather looking over Loch Lomond

Sat in the open air wearing our Harris Tweeds at the Highland games Kiillin appreciating the breadth of talent competing for the falls of Dochart Trophy.