The Right Time is Now: a Journey through Scotland

Exactly a year ago, I went on a trip to Scotland with my parents—a trip we had been talking about for years, always postponing for one reason or another. Life tends to do that sometimes: offering excuses, distractions, delays. But something deep in me, a quiet nudge from my intuition, told me now was the moment to go. So we did.

We started in the Lake District, staying overnight in Ambleside and taking time to visit a couple of charming towns along the way. It was a gentle beginning—green landscapes, peaceful lakes, and that particular kind of quiet that slows down your breath. Then we crossed the border into Scotland and spent a couple of days in Glasgow.

From there, we made our way to Loch Lomond and the Falls of Falloch. Nature was generous—powerful yet serene. My father had been looking forward to this part of the trip for a long time, especially the visit to a whisky distillery. Watching him enjoy that experience with such joy made the whole journey worth it on its own.

On our way to Edinburgh, we made a stop to see The Kelpies. We didn’t expected them to be so grand, so moving. They left a strong impression on us all.

Edinburgh was our final stop. I had been before, but it was my parents’ first time, so we took a guided tour to make the most of it and really immerse ourselves in the culture. We visited castles, wandered cobbled streets, and felt the history woven into every corner. It was beautiful. It was special. And it was ours.

Looking back now, that trip holds even more meaning. My father’s health changed significantly last September, and though I don’t want to focus on that here, what’s clear is that his physical ability to travel the way we did—walking up hills, exploring cities on foot—is no longer the same. He wouldn’t enjoy it the way he did just a year ago. That thought hits me hard.

On one hand, I’m deeply grateful we didn’t wait any longer. On the other, it’s a powerful reminder: we never know what tomorrow will bring. We often postpone things—waiting for the “right time,” for retirement, for when life calms down. But sometimes now is the perfect moment. Not later. Not someday.

If there's something you've been meaning to do, someone you've been meaning to visit, or a dream you keep putting off—let this be your gentle reminder: don’t wait too long.

Until the next adventure,

Teresa

Castlerigg Stone Circle