Back in the summer of 2019, I was still in my teens when we packed our bags for Scotland. We were flying in to visit my uncle and aunt in Edinburgh, where they had been living for a while. My dad flew off to Ireland the next day for work, leaving me and my mum in Edinburgh with our relatives.
My first impression of Edinburgh was that of its gothic fairytale charm that hit me the moment we landed. The cobblestone streets, dramatic stone buildings and an incredible castle perched high above the city felt like history whispered from every corner. We wandered along the Royal Mile, grabbing buttery shortbread from a bakery and weaving in and out of little shops filled with tartan scarves and whisky bottles.
That evening over dinner, my uncle suggested we make a proper road trip of our stay and head north through the Highlands. We’d stop at a distillery, explore national parks and eventually reach the fabled waters of Loch Ness. I’d never been on a road trip like that before. I didn’t realise then how much it would mean to me.
The next morning, we picked up our rental car, a small hatchback, about GBP 40 (approximately INR 4,750) a day and set off. Watching my mum drive through unfamiliar terrain, confidently following signs and navigating through Scottish roundabouts, gave me a whole new kind of pride. I remember sitting in the back seat, quietly grinning as I watched the buildings fall away and the open hills take over.
As we drove past Pitlochry, something magical happened. We spotted a bunch of ponies and little Highland horses grazing in a wide, open field. We stopped the car and wandered closer, snapping photos and laughing as a few of them trotted up to us. Their manes were thick and wild, their eyes kind. This was genuinely the cutest highlight of the entire trip.
By midday, we reached Dalwhinnie, home to one of the highest whisky distilleries in Scotland. I was too young to take part in the tasting, but all of us went into the winery and took a tour. They started off by telling us the history of the distillery and went on to explain the process of how wine is made. We saw everything: the big barrels, the machinery and of course the ancestral photos. I would highly recommend the tour, especially for people who love wine. The place was wrapped in this stillness—just hills, sky and the faint scent of peat smoke hanging in the air.
Driving through Cairngorms National Park was like stepping into another world. The road curved through valleys and hugged the edges of deep forests. The light kept shifting, filtering through clouds and catching on the surface of tiny lochs. We stopped often, sometimes to take photos, sometimes just to sit in silence and soak it all in.
When we finally arrived at Loch Ness, it was almost evening. We stayed in Drumnadrochit, a sleepy village that felt like it had time-travelled from centuries ago. The next morning, we hopped on a boat cruise across the loch. I kept looking out, secretly hoping Nessie might pop up just once for a photo. She didn’t, but the water was so dark and deep, it was easy to understand why legends cling to it.
One of the guides told us how the loch got its name. The word “loch” means lake, and “Ness” comes from the River Ness, which flows from the loch into the city of Inverness. But there’s also an older legend, a tale of a water spirit who once haunted the loch, and a saint who banished it with prayer. That story stuck with me more than the monster.
We carried on to Inverness next, a peaceful little city where we walked along the River Ness and grabbed lunch by the water. I had a warm bowl of their special onion soup and fish and chips. It was genuinely the best and a delight to my taste buds.
From there, the road home took us through Glencoe, a valley so dramatic it felt like nature was showing off. Towering mountains loomed on either side, waterfalls popped up along the cliffs and fog swept in like theatre curtains opening for a scene. Even though we didn’t say much during that part of the drive, it felt like we were both in awe together.
Before heading back to Edinburgh, we made a quick stop in Stirling to climb up to the Wallace Monument. From the top, the view stretched out over green fields that seemed to shimmer under the afternoon light. It was the kind of view that made you quiet, like the land is speaking in a language you don’t know but somehow understand.
Looking back, I realise that the trip taught me more than I expected. I thought I’d just see castles and lochs and maybe buy some souvenirs. But what I really took home was the feeling of freedom of being out on the open road, seeing the world through the window and sharing those moments with the people I love.
My mum was incredible. She didn’t just drive us; she gave me an example of what courage looks like in a very real, everyday way. There was no fuss, no fear, just confidence, care and curiosity.
Yes. Indian licenses are still accepted for up to 12 months. While some rental companies now suggest carrying an International Driving Permit, it’s not always required if your license is in English.
Definitely. In fact, now in 2025, there are more eco-friendly travel options like electric cars, and EV charging stations are more widely available across the Highlands.
It’s still magical, though summer months see more visitors now. Some boat tours have added AR (augmented reality) guides to enhance the experience, but if you visit early in the morning or off-season, it still feels just as quiet and mysterious.
Yes. You’ll still spot them grazing along fields, especially between villages in the Highlands. They’re as friendly as ever, just be gentle and respectful when approaching.
Prices have gone up a little. Car rentals now range between GBP 35–60 per day (approximately INR 4,155–7,123), and accommodation is slightly pricier. But it’s still affordable if you plan ahead, and the landscapes are absolutely free.
Yes. Apply for a standard visitor visa from the British government at the VFS Global website.
Indian nationals can travel to Edinburgh Airport (EDI) via London, Amsterdam or Istanbul.
