On track in glorious Galloway

We rumbled past great stacks of timber, piled high like matchsticks, the track then deteriorating into a bit of a quagmire, reducing our speed to little more than walking pace as we fought to keep our pedals turning.

I glanced over at Mum, half expecting to see a look of disapproval; but instead she wore a smile as wide as the loch we had passed just moments before.

This might not have been the trip she imagined when I told her we were off to Scotland for her birthday – or perhaps it was, given my recent history of present buying – but she was clearly revelling in the adventure.

Working on the basis that she has now reached a stage in life where she can buy anything she wants or needs, I have, for some time, sought out all manner of experiences that we can share together as presents for her.

After all, it’s the memories we create in life that hold