The Scottish Highlands are known for their beauty, but one night we learned they’re also home to curious locals—particularly the four-legged, woolly kind. As we settled in for the night in our Spartan campervan, the crisp mountain air carried the faint sound of rustling outside. Initially, we dismissed it as the wind. But as the noise grew louder, we couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Do you hear that?” my partner whispered, peeking out of the window. Illuminated by the campervans exterior light stood a sheep, gazing at our van with the intensity of a detective solving a case. It pawed at the ground near our cooler, clearly intrigued by the smells emanating from our dinner leftovers.
We decided to let it be, thinking it would eventually lose interest and wander off. However, our woolly visitor had other plans. Minutes later, it began nudging the side of the van, creating a rhythmic thudding that made us both burst into laughter. It was as if the sheep had decided that our Spartan campervan was a new playmate.
Eventually, we stepped outside to shoo it away, armed with nothing but a flashlight and a bag of crisps to distract it. The sheep stared at us for a moment, clearly unimpressed, before sauntering off into the night, its mission apparently complete.
The next morning, we discovered the remnants of its visit: a few hoof prints near the cooler and a story we’d recount for years. The Spartan campervans sturdy build had withstood the nocturnal inspection, and we couldn’t help but laugh every time we replayed the scene in our minds. The Highlands may be known for their scenic views, but for us, they’ll always be the place where we met our determined, midnight guest.