Into the wilds… a weekend in the idyll that was Portavadie (more about that soon) surrounded by the wilds of the west coast of Scotland in February and what felt like the lingering storm Henry – only two months in to 2016 and we’re on ‘H’ already?
I’m filing this in fashion but really that’s a stretch I know. This is dog walking. This is the truth. Running tights and stripes and these new completely waterproof Sorel boots that rocked my windy, wet weekend world. ALL about the stretchy pants and dry feet.
MrK and Tux were in seventh heaven, the husband delighted by the 2000BC monolith and I was, as always, chuffed to indulge in my favourite form of exercise (Portavadie and Low Stillaig in case you want the details) whilst enjoying instagram nirvana… winning all round.