CW: Lewd
I spent time on Skye once. The heather there is so soft that you can lie on it comfortably. So you can guess what I did when I found a lay-by next to a wood. The clearing was warm and moist and I dropped my trousers and underwear, sat back, spat on my erection and gave it some attention, stroking until it erupted, spurting my seed onto the foliage beneath me.
I zipped up and was soon on my way, and there is now a patch of Scotland that holds a part of me.