For an enchanting sojourn in a quaint Scottish village tucked away in the heart of the Angus Glens, allow me to recommend J. M. Barrie’s delightful The Little Minister.
The story—among the most touching of love stories I’ve ever read—opens with the arrival of a new minister in the town of Thrums, a village based upon Barrie’s native Kirriemuir. He and his widowed mother have returned to her birthplace, the site old joys and buried heartaches. Told in an interesting and tender third person narrative, we observe the villagers’ responses to a young upstart in a seat of prim Presbyterianism and devoutly-held custom. More than likely, all would have settled peaceably into a gentle order, however, had it not been for the alarming appearance of a beautiful gypsy named Babbie. Her antics and rabble-rousing set the town on its ear, and the new minister is called upon to rid them of her disturbing influence. But when he comes across her in the woods one day and she turns her great dark eyes upon him, he discovers—to his joy and his fear—that the task laid upon him is one that he is none too willing to undertake.
With loving pride, Barrie gives us his forests and glens in all their wild beauty, and with them, an unforgettable story that will be sure to warm the cockles of your heart.