If you drive on the wrong side of the road until you reach what seems like the wrong West Coast ocean—the Atlantic—you're either dreaming or in Scotland, or maybe both.
Pamelia, my parents and I continued our unique family/Naturalist's Notebook adventure by heading west and north from Edinburgh to the Scottish Highlands and the Isle of Skye. The frequency of rainbows—about one an hour—and the beauty of the scenery suggested that we might in fact be dreaming.
It's odd, given the natural beauty of Scotland, to realize how unnatural the landscape is. Until the Romans invaded almost 2,000 years ago, the British Isles were 98% forested. The old line is that a squirrel could go from the south of England to the north of Scotland without touching the ground. By the end of World War I, the forest cover was down to 3%.