This summer we were fortunate enough to have been invited to lots of social occasions across the country. We caught up with friends and family, ceilidh'd hard and did a lot of miles by car, bike and foot. While I'm a real advocate for being busy, active and on-the-go, it can all become a bit overwhelming and dare I say... exhausting?
If anyone feels like putting their relationship to the test then I would recommend hopping in to a canoe with them for four hours. Thankfully, we survived the test and had a brilliant day trip with Explore Highland, canoeing through Aigas Gorge near Beauly. We launched at the Aigas Reservoir and, with unbelievably good weather, [...]
To me, the Isle of Harris was the place we went for our Easter holidays every year. We would go visiting, feed up on pancakes, gambol around the moors chasing sheep and long for the rain to stop so we could go to the beach. Now that I'm older - nothing has changed, with the exception of an appreciation of just how beautiful this island is.
One of my favourite places in the Highland Capital is Velocity Cafe and Bicycle Workshop. So I suggest you grab your thick rimmed glasses, pack your MacBook and pedal over to get yourself a hummus superfood salad with a flat white. Then, when you're finished, learn how to tweak your vintage city bike so you'll be cruising like a pro. A pro hipster that is.
Between Nairn and Cawdor lies a hidden ruin with its own tragic love story. History (well, lets face it - Google) tells us that in the 13th Century, the lands around Rait Castle - situated between Cawdor and Nairn - became the subject of a bitter feud between the Cummings and Mackintosh clans. The first structure had been built by the Mackintoshes, but seized by the Cummings in the late 1200s, and for over a century the dispute raged on.
Despite being a fairly outdoorsy person there is one thing in life I like to avoid as far as possible: Camping. Tents that are either freezing cold or boiling hot; trying to pack that tent into a bag that will never fit the same way again; squatting in the woods; gas stoves blowing out in the howling gale..... the list goes on. Basically? I don't like camping.