The first time Rose visited Scotland with the Doctor was a lot more pleasant in most respects than the second time. No werewolf for starters. The Doctor had wanted to show her how beautiful the little island she lived on was, so he’d taken her on a whirlwind tour of Britain, finishing up in the Scottish highlands, where he took her to a Cèilidh.
The moment they stepped into the venue, Rose winced.
“What is that noise? It sounds like someone’s strangling a bagful of cats!”
The Doctor glared at her. “You, Rose Tyler, have no appreciation for traditional music!”