Edinburgh

Scottish Highlands

“I could see mist over the forests below the mountains, and fog out over the North Sea.” The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks

London

“Twenty minutes later the Bakerloo Line delivered them into the icy cold of Trafalgar Square. In the distance, Big Ben. In the square, Nelson. Havelock. Napier. George IV. And then the National Gallery, back there near St MArtin’s. All the statues facing the clock.” White Teeth, Zadie Smith

Cambridge

“Here, discordantly, in Eights Week, came a rabble of womankind, some hundreds strong, twittering and fluttering over the cobbles and up the steps, sight-seeing and pleasure-seeking, drinking claret cup, eating cucumber sandwiches; pushed in punts about the river, herded in droves to the college barges…”
Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

Fife

“For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst; and on the right, as far as the eye could see, fading and falling, in soft low pleats, the green sand dunes with the wild flowing grasses on them, which always seemed to be running away into some moon country, uninhabited of men.”
The Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf