“Stop the car!” My face was pressed up against the passenger window looking out towards an open field. The ponies were a multicolored blur as we sped past and my heart jumped. Icelandic horses. It was our first day on the ring road and we were heading...
The Struan Inn was just meant to be a stopping point on our way from Portree to Stirling; a place to rest our heads after a long day of driving so we could get back on the road refreshed the next day. To our surprise, it ended up being our favorite evening throughout...