Leith

At the edge of Edinburgh, just beyond royally-manicured gardens and labyrinthine medieval streets, looms Arthur's Seat-a defunct volcano that hasn't spewed lava for millions of years, but still manages to make tourists sweat and locals smug about walking it in sandals. Named (likely apocryphally, but hey, legends stick) after the legendary King Arthur himself, this climb promises panoramic views so staggering they justify even the soggiest Scottish drizzle and the inevitable wheezing ascent. Do yourself a favor and hit the trail early morning or late afternoon: sunrise gilding Edinburgh Castle or sunset casting moody shadows over Holyrood Palace is Instagram gold. A sturdy pair of shoes, layers to repel unpredictable Scottish wind (and it's always unpredictable), and maybe a flask of whisky-strictly medicinal, mind you-are essential. Plan for two leisurely hours, budget precisely zero pounds (the hike is gloriously free), and brace yourself for the occasional sheep's side-eye. Arthur's Seat will leave your calves aching and your dignity slightly bruised, but hey, conquering a volcano named after a legendary king makes for one hell of a pub story.

Spending a night wandering through Loch Lomond and The Trossachs is like plunging headfirst into a Scottish folklore-a tale full of brooding lochs, misty mountains, and perhaps a touch too much whiskey by the campfire. Loch Lomond, the largest inland body of water in Great Britain, has witnessed everything from medieval clan battles to questionable renditions of its namesake song by tourists who've had one dram too many. Aim to arrive late afternoon, when the day-trippers retreat and shadows stretch dramatically across the hills, revealing scenery that's downright cinematic in its beauty. Book accommodations at least a few weeks ahead-unless sleeping under the stars (and intermittent drizzle) in a cozy tent sounds charming rather than damply adventurous. Pack layers (it's Scotland, not Saint-Tropez), sturdy boots, snacks to ward off hangry monsters, and of course, a flask of fine Scotch whiskey-because you're not a barbarian. Budget around £100-£200 for modest comforts, but remember, nature's grandeur doesn't bill you by the hour. Sure, there might be midges attacking your exposed skin and overly friendly locals attempting to teach you traditional Gaelic curses, but frankly, returning with at least one mildly embarrassing, thoroughly embellished story is half the charm.