Dawdling away from Skye’s famous fairy pools, bitterly disapointed having been unable to wild swim due to being feasted upon by what seemed to be a convergance of the entire island’s midgey population, I turned to Adam.
“When did holidays stop being about rest and relaxation and food and start being about going and doing and walking boots?”
His reply was a simple one:
“When you became a traveller”
What do you think! Is that a true reflection?