Wordsworth, Coleridge, and the Great Scottish Road Trip

By Danielle Pearson
It is a truth universally acknowledged that every great friendship deserves a great road trip. I grew up in the gently rolling hills of the English South, a fact which, in Tolkienian terms, makes me something of a hobbit. Perhaps as a consequence, when it comes to road tripping, I've always yearned for the wilder corners of Britain. The rugged and moody Cornish coastline, the astonishing grandeur of the Lake District. And above all, Scotland. I first travelled there in the summer before my third year at college. We crammed into the back of an old Citroën, wedged the gaps wi...