Rodel, Isle of Harris

Rodel, Isle of Harris

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.

Glamping by the Tay

Glamping by the Tay

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.