It was our twentieth wedding anniversary, and the hotel and restaurant were booked. As we drove into the Scottish Highlands through the country roads, the wildlife was abundant: deer ran across the road ahead of us, kestrels flew above, and the sun shone bright. Jenny saw the castle and said, “Is this our hotel?” “Sure is, darling,” I replied. “Looks amazing.” We pulled into the car park, there were only a handful of cars...