Scotland Postcards 5

I’m cold, bone chillingly cold. I can see my icy breath as I breathe in and out and my hands and feet ache, It feels like Autumn has arrived in Scotland tonight, the air feels different, icy, fresh and oh so good. A hot, steaming mug of tea warms my hands for a short while and I long for the cosiness of my sleeping bag. It is our last night camping in Scotland and part of me longs for my bed and books but the other part of me wants to stay outdoors. No phone, no worries, only hot cups of tea, amazing views and epic adventures in the wilderness. I am counting down to when I can come back….