I don’t need to question why I love to travel at all, because I know.
When I was younger, starting from the age of five my gran and granda took me on holiday with them. Every summer for 8 years we’d go to Spain (they still go), but that isn’t where my passion for travel started. Go back a year previous, so little old me at the age of four went with them up to the highlands and my Granda taught me to ski. For the next four or five years that’s where I spent my time skiing but when I was that little bit older, that’s when I began to see more of the world. Thanks to my wonderful grandparents, I started to ski across the world.
Going to countries within Europe such as; France, Italy, Andorra, Bulgaria etc. It was something else. My first views of them all was travelling via bus up the sides of mountains, getting higher and higher and seeing these completely scenic views.
Mountains covered in snow on one side yet you look at the other, down the side of the mountain and it’s a view of green.
This is definitely where my love of travel began.
It’s those memories that I love and it’s those memories that make me want to see more of the world. The people I met throughout the years and the places that I’ve seen so far have been incredible.
I have to thank my gran and granda, if it wasn’t for them taking me to so many beautiful countries as I grew up.. I don’t know if I’d have as much of a passion for travelling as I do.
And well, that’s where my love for travel began.
What about you? Where did your love to travel start from? Come share your story with me.
Like my title says “I love Scotland.” And trust me I really do!
After a 15 minute drive from my house in Glasgow and an hours hike up a hill I’m met with a beauty of a view like this. A foggy Scottish morning led to me watching the fog rolling over the top of the hills and disappearing while the sun struggled to try and break its way through.
Why would I want to live anywhere else with views like this only a short drive away from me?
Most people don’t realise how beautiful their own counties are at times but trust me I do. I’ve grown up visiting the Scottish Highlands, wether it be:
Heading up to Glen Coe or Glen She or the Cairngorms (to name a few) to get my skis on and hit the fresh white snow covering the slopes.
Canoeing along the shores of Loch Lomond trying my hardest not to capsize and end up in the freezing water below me but always finding myself in it anyway.
Going for a walk (well after you see these hills it’s certainly more like a hike) up some hills like the Kilpatrick Hills and having a picnic beside Loch Humphrey.
Camping with friends beside the loch, creating our own fire pit on the beach and having a drink while taking in the breathtaking views around us (not helped by the more than occasional downfall of rain we get but making the most of it anyway.)
I well and truly appreciate being Scottish and having the chance to see some of the beautiful places I have seen.
I’ve been lucky enough to grow up with a Granda that took me to these places and taught me how to do many things, like he taught himself. My Granda used to go out hunting, he still does go fishing and hiking and camping. My Granda went up a mountain and taught himself to ski, he then taught my gran, his brother and his wife, my uncle, my dad and myself. Something of which I am so grateful for, barely know anyone that knows how to ski and it’s something I do and always have loved. Realistically I probably wouldn’t have had the chance to learn half the stuff I have if not for me being Scottish. So like I said.. I love Scotland.