Everyone needs one, a survival kit to pack for a long arduous journey. My journey in particular happened in August, when I made my way with my family to the Outer Hebrides, to where my grandfather was born, Stornoway. My last trip to Scotland had been a bitterly cold October, so it was a surprise to be greeted by white sandy beaches and blue skies. Wild heather carpeted everywhere, as I watched it rush past the car window, accompanied by the occasional sheep, empty bus stop or sheep in bus stops. As tiring as it was to travel there, I couldn’t have been more enamoured with such a beautiful place. The landscape took me back to when I visited Iceland in May, both have such raw beauty to them.