Scream

Can there be a better way of unwinding than climbing to the top of an iron age fort in the Lammermuirs and screaming at the top of your lungs? I don't think so. Me and Ruby both needed a bit of a scream after the days we had. Even a long and hilly bike ride hadn't sorted me out. So it was that we found ourselves at sunset, after a walk round Whiteadder Reservoir, shouting and laughing and making the world a beautiful place again.