Black runs

We've had a mini break back at The Hideaways near Dundee. One of our favourite places just to chill out and relax. Our first morning we took Bella for a walk at a nearby country park. There's various routes and we follow one of the paths. Uphill all the way until we reached the summit. Great view and though I'm not super fit I managed it well. Continuing along the path we kind of came to a dead end. I suggested we just go back the way we had come but Mark was sure there must be a loop back to the bottom. He finds a way through the bushes and grass that he tries but it just led to a steep cliff. Let's just go the way we came I suggest. We get back to the original path when he finds another gap in the grass. It's not a path but has had human feet down it. But alas it leads no where. Please let's just follow the path down. Ok he says while opening the All Trails app. Our path is a blue trail he announces, and there's a black trail which will cut off a big corner, straight to the carpark. So he finds the black track. It's a little like a path but whereas the original was about 10 foot wide this black one is a foot wide, if that. Pushing past nettles and brambles is not fun. I also realised that, like ski runs a black is much steeper than a blue. And yes, it did cut a big chunk off (and the clouds threatened rain) but it was very steep.... but we got there in one piece! 

Back at the Hideaways we jumped into the hot tub and all was forgiven. I still think we could have just gone down the way we had come up, but hey, I'm not an annoying boy who thrives on adventure. 

Eating lunch (sweet chilli chicken) Mark looks at me funny, gets his phone and takes my picture. I have chilli sauce on my chin and forehead. He's in awe of my skill at making a mess. The photo, he insists, is for my blog - see above! 

We're back home now and life goes on as it does. 

Life is like a camera; focus on the good times, develop from the negatives and if things don't work out, take another shot.