From my hometown to Killin (that’s the name of the village) took over a day but it was totally worth it. The house (which actually is a farm) is sitting on a lake and is surrounded by green landscape and sheep, of course. In front of the house there is also a small caravan for guests (it was too cold for me to stay in) making the place very bucolic and magical. I would help Kathleen in the fields in the morning as she has 500 sheep to take care of. In the afternoon and until late evening we would read cytology smears and discuss clinical cases. What an amazing time; I really felt like James Herriot in those days.