From Glasgow’s early-morning arrival to the first ferry crossing, our travellers dove straight into the magic of the Scottish Isles. Guided by Carole and Stewart, and serenaded by Dean’s music, the journey wound from Stirling and Glencoe to Mull, Iona, Skye, and beyond.

There were castles and gardens, misty mornings, dancing in hotel lounges, and evenings filled with laughter, whisky, and song. Along the way we met locals, saw centuries-old stone circles, toured the Royal Yacht Britannia, and shared countless “wee drams.”

By the end, friendships had formed, stories were told, and Scotland had once again worked its quiet spell — leaving everyone a little lighter, and already dreaming of the next adventure.