My Sister's observations from Scotland...

The scenery observed either from a train or bus window or from Shank's mare was new and striking whether it was a sharp cliff diving right into the sea or inland hills that were like restless seas with lots of "moutons" or sheep, according to the French appreciation of whitecaps - but in this case, the sheep were real! They were everywhere. Indeed, they have the priority of the roads on the Isle of Skye! (Apparently the naughty English tried to discourage rebellion from the islanders at an earlier epoch and displaced many of them by putting sheep on the land.) In any event, I have never rented a car with an emergency kit composed of a camera to take photos of damage in the event I hit a sheep (i.e. damage to the car; the sheep that refused to share the narrow roads with me did look as if they might walk away from the collision).