This book is a stitch. It has very little -- or almost nothing, really -- to do with living in the Highlands, and actually not that much to do with Scotland. The photos are beautiful, really gorgeous (though note as said before that it's not a huge coffee table book). Cawdor Castle is fun to tour, and it's even more fun to rent one of the cottages (though seriously overpriced).
But this book! It's a vanity book about the Dowager Countess of Cawdor, a Czechoslovakian import called Angelika (and a friend of M. Hubert Givenchy). Her prose, mostly, it looks like (she was a close personal friend of M. Dior) and some odd recounting of Scots history and a bit of legend here and there. Her version of the current estate battle is that it has entered "calmer waters" but you'll be amused by running her name through a search engine (and do note that she became a close friend of M. Balenciaga). Her thoughts on a few things (you have GOT to check out her theory of trees, on page 106). Her modern art. Her descriptions. The Dowager Countess in her youth was "graced with a slender, almost feline silhouette, a high forehead topped with a mane of auburn hair, and mysterious pale turquoise eyes..." and of course, she knew Madame Chanel personally. And the Duke of Windsor -- the Duchess simply had to put up with her as Angelika spoke German to the Duke.
But the photos are gorgeous. The decor is faboo. The recipes are not bad. Cawdor's really a lovely place to visit; and the book has the same proportion of readable text as does this review.