It rained for four of the five days we were in Perthshire. This is the sort of detail that sinks a trip in most trip reports. It is the reason it worked.
The rain made the light strange. It made the whisky matter. It sent us inside, into rooms with fires, and into the kind of conversations that only happen when there is no next thing to rush to.
A NOUA journey does not treat weather as failure. Neither should you. The weather is part of the place. The place is not for photographs; it is for the person you are while you are in it.
On the fifth day the sky opened. We drove three hours to a loch we had not planned to see, and we ate cold sandwiches in a car park while a rainbow sat over the water.
This is the sort of detail that makes it back into stories, years later, at other tables, in other countries. This is what we are trying to make more of.
