Creating a life you don't need a break from doesn't necessarily mean you don't still crave travel. I noticed how little I've travelled in the last year in comparison to previous years since moving abroad and achieving work life balance... But I've hit a wall. My feet are itching to wander the world.
An early start to climb Morven this morning. The air was still and thick with the scent of red deer. The ground was wet, soft and springy with the depth of peat beneath my feet. Stags were roaring all around as they battled for dominance. Being out in the hills during the rut just before sunrise really is a truly visceral experience.