On Saturday morning, as I pushed send on my latest magazine submission, could feel the next few weeks closing in - courses, deadlines, sorting out the house, a trip to London…all pressing down on us. And so a rash decision was made.
“Load the car, we are going camping.”
A drive of just two hours takes us deep into the Highlands – Glencoe, where we stayed at the perfect Red Squirrel Campsite. With a stream to the back of our pitch and a river a few steps away, the kids were as happy as they could be, repeatedly asking if we could just move there permanantly.
On Sunday, we drove up the Road to the Isles to Glenfinnan. Its a part of the world that we love – rain or shine, and Sunday was a bit of both. Fortunately, we are all generally unphased by the wet and spent most of the afternoon wandering to see the sites. Ellis and I even managed to climb the modest-sized hill to a view point of the Glen.
Every time I spend time out in the hills of this amazing country, I feel so lucky. Listening to the accents and languages of people who travel to the places we visit, I am always reminded that Scotland is a place where people take trips of a lifetime and we have it all just a few hours away.
Sigh, and now back to work.