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Isle of Lewis

As a kid, every summer was spent on the Island of Lewis. Playing on deserted beaches of golden sands, feeding the newborn lambs, enjoying grilled trout fresh out of the sea or potatoes from my grandpa's garden. We had a kind of freedom that just doesn't exist anymore. Off we went after breakfast, returning only when called for food. It's taken me until my 30's to appreciate what a paradise this is and now l take my own children there and relish the adventures l can give them. The weather might not always co-operate but when it does, there is no more beautiful place to be on earth.