We head to the dining car, where we sit in nice plush seats, eat fantastic desert, and sample some really good Scottish beer. 

I had initially several people around me drinking Stella, so I asked the waiter, “What beers do you have other than Stella?”  He replied firmly, “Stella’s not beer.  It’s lager.” 

We befriend a guy from south of London, who travels often to the Highlands, which he says contains the warmest, friendliest people on earth.  We later we decide that we can't argue.  After a few drinks, we head back to our berth (a bit tricky in the narrow hallways of a moving train after a few drinks) and get a surprisingly resting night of sleep.