So much of Scotland highland history is of the swords of warring factions and the yearning songs of the people. The land itself seems glued together by the blood of the divisions as well as the hopes of the people. Is any culture different? When we arrived in the lowlands at the end of our journey there life was shaped more roundly into pleasure. Two extremes of us….the wild and wooly against the pleasant feel of comfort. A feeling of being happily conflicted. Where would we be after all without the point and counterpoint of tensions?