Early morning sunlight filtered through the trees as we gently stretched. It was the final day of our yoga retreat Scotland at ACE Adventures and the week had been filled with quiet moments like this. There had been campfires on the beach, river walks and evening meditation sessions, all contrasted with a day of adrenaline-pumping white water rafting.
After an incredible year of adventures in South America and the USA, we touched down in London in July for our annual UK summer visit. As usual, we’ve been hopping around the country visiting friends and family, but this year we also drove up north for a work trip that involved exciting adventure activities Scotland including canyoning, tubing and our first white water rafting experience. 
Hello from Oregon, USA! I’m writing this from a caravan overlooking the red outcrops of Smith Rock State Park, with a cup of Earl Grey beside me, reflecting on how long it’s been since I blogged. In fact, my last post was back in Lake Titicaca, which now feels like years ago. Since then, we’ve travelled through Peru, visited Machu Picchu and spent three idyllic weeks road tripping in California. Somewhere along the way, amongst dealing with a ton of freelance work and a house-sitting disaster, I just had to let blogging go, but now I’m back.
I had a sneaking suspicion that I would fall head-over-heels in love with Edinburgh – and I wasn’t wrong. With its cobbled lanes, pub-lined streets, castles and ancient buildings, Edinburgh has so much character and history. Since we were there while the Fringe Festival was on we were also totally sucked into the energy and colour that surrounded us; everywhere we went there were street performers, shows going on and crowds of happy sightseers.
I couldn’t conceive of going to Scotland without visiting Loch Ness, the largest and perhaps most famous lake in the UK. So we set out on a two-hour journey from our cottage in the Highlands to cruise the loch and investigate the myths that surround this atmospheric piece of Scotland.
As we made our first windy journey through the Scottish Highlands I peered out the window, taking in the acres of sparsely populated, ancient countryside. For most of the drive we saw little sign of human life save for the odd white house stranded in the middle of vast valleys of green scrub and purple-pink thistles; huge domed or knobbly mountains capped with low-lying cloud loomed from every angle, snaking white lines of icy waterfalls drawn down their sides.