BC (before children), my husband and l did a lot of hiking and adventuring. Whilst friends visited America or Europe's jewels, we preferred to pack our climbing gear and head to the hills in far flung places like Nepal, China and Tibet. We didn't have the skills or experience to make it a serious hobby but we both loved it. The physical challenge, the mental break and of course the take your breath away (sometimes quite literally due to altitude) landscapes all combined to hook us in and we were left wondering why everyone else also didn't holiday this way.

It's been one of the hardest things to give up since having children. Our previous fearlessness has not translated into fearlessly travelling with young children. The huge positive to this change though has been that we have rediscovered and developed a deep love for our own country. Hiking through glens, camping from coast to coast, sailing across the Minch, immersing ourselves in our incredible and often dark history and frolicking on white sandy beaches on the west coast.

Our previous experience has helped foster a love for nature and a yearning to pass on that same love and desire to make a positive impact to our children.

Nowadays, the chances are more infrequent, the fitness isn't what it was and the adventures are less adventurous but we still get out there accompanied by our 4 and 7 year old. With nothing to do but walk and breath it all in, it is the antidote to today's rush, rush, rush, busy, busy world. The chance to physically exhaust our bodies but rest our minds. A free therapy that works wonders for me. Combine that with photography and I'm in heaven. I'm hoping that our children will develop their own sense of adventure and love for this beautiful country.