as a child my dad loved camping he would take me away for days or even a week at a time to just camp i hated it when i got older being dragged away but what else was i doing? once every year we went to this place in Aviemore Scotland. the water was always so calm on the huge loch tall dark green trees ran around the place for as far as you could see. always seamlessly swaying to a breeze. huge mountains acted as a backdrop to the already gorgeous view they stood tall in every direction topped with snow. just breath taking.
a tiny cafe somewhere lost in the woods beside the loch offered a warm place for campers and was often full regardless of being in the smack middle of no where. sitting there as a kid i knew the place was special i can remember staring out the window at trees and the loch and the mountains and being just blown away. i loved my dad and every family has problems so i wont be dramatic, that place was golden and probably the best memory's i ever had of him. years have passed and iv not been back to that cafe but i will. im saving it for the right time, the right person to take. that beautiful spec on the world is mine and i cant lose the golden view i have of it.