Coming in 2027-28
There is a mystical magic hidden in Scotland’s natural sea and landscapes from mountains top down into the glens carved by glaziers, through forests and trees that reach thousands of years into ancient times where the echoes of the past exist.
Somewhere between those lochs and glens, along the drover’s path, lies the true beauty waiting to be witnessed.
Robert Burns put it better than I ever could.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
