All I want for Christmas is Scotland:
To chase my girls around the most beautiful beaches in the world.
To have a cup of steaming hot Early Grey tea and scones crumbling on my plate while I wrestle my girls for a bite.
To hear the crunching gravel beneath my feet while we run and chase the sheep in front of us.
To watch the leaden clouds and believe that if I raised my hand I could touch them.
To breath at the very edge of the cliffs in awe.
To enjoy the wind playing around me, while I put my hands deeper in my pockets.
To spend hours at the Edinburgh Castle.
To be quiet and listen to the cacophony of birds flying around us.
To believe in fairy tales.