As the train drew nearer, the kids’ mouths fell open... Hiking down the side of the marshy hill, the kids skipped ahead, laughing and playing. Me and my husband Jon, 38, walked hand-in-hand behind them.
It was the October half-term last year, and the start of our next adventure.
Staying in a bothy – like a shepherd’s hut – in the Scottish Highlands, we couldn’t wait to begin our holiday.
It was blustery and spitting with rain, but we’re a family who love the outdoors.
We’d stayed in a bothy around 20 times before, and our kids Ellie, 12, Ben, 10, Rebekah, 8, and Allysa, 6, loved it.
As we neared our hut, we had to cross a loch.
Using a Canadian canoe Jon had bought six months earlier, we…
