It is late November of 2008, I am sitting in my cosy room in Edinburgh, Scotland, looking out of the window witnessing the beginning of the Scottish winter, wondering how does Scotland look up north. I had heard a lot of good stories and was curious to see it for myself. Less than two weeks later we hit the road departing from Edinburgh, sticking to the coast, passing through Aberdeen, Inverness before reaching the most northernly point of the continental UK – Dunnet Head. It is cold and it occasionally snows. The northern light in December is beautiful, soft and milky. The roads are empty and so are the inns along the way – we are guessing everyone is getting ready for Christmas so any time before that is a great opportunity to avoid tourists while traveling. Our days are short, the sun sets at 3pm, but we also get up early to get those sunrises whenever we can. The Scots say it’s not cold – it’s fresh. There’s abundance of freshness in the Scottish north, that’s for sure. A dreamy and mysterious land, especially off the beaten track.