Finally, the couple went to Scotland. According to Marion Crawford, "It was up at the quiet little house Birkhall that their real honeymoon began. . . The wide moors took them to their hearts. The country folk, with traditional Scottish courtesy, left them alone."
Philip and Elizabeth began to enjoy themselves, despite a snowy and cold Scottish December. The weather still permitted outdoor fun, which Elizabeth touched on in a letter to a cousin. It's not everyone's idea of romance, but Elizabeth recalled feeling "like a female Russian commando leader followed by her faithful cut-throats, all armed to the teeth with rifles" while out hunting deer.