Forget the mainland & Inner Hebrides (or set them aside for a wee bit, and come back to them later)-- get out to Barra, South Uist, & Lewis & Harris. Wander the hills near the Carloway Broch, meandering among stone circles scattered through the landscape like myriad ripples from a tossed handful of sand. Head up to the northern tip of the Isle of Lewis and stare down the cliffs, with the seabirds careening and the dark waters roiling below.....

(Just don't go on a Sunday. Everything's closed, and I do mean EVERYTHING. I believe they still padlock the swings in the public park in Stornoway, to prevent any sinful Sabbathday swinging. That said, please don't deride the locals for this-- their pinched looks and grim religiousity are the scars of a terrible history from which few could emerge unscathed, and I've seen a better side of them: gracious hospitality and heartfelt, joyful singing at many's the ceilidh.)

An beannachd oirbh / blessings,

--Cuilionn