Time to write an introduction to the Scotland trip I made with my dad last month.
With your dad? you might think.
Hell yeah with my dad!
You might have noticed from previous writings that I usually travel alone (and love it). So being in almost constant company while on the road – sharing cars, bedrooms and bathrooms – is a bit of a challenge for me. I’m used to doing things my way, and that’s not entirely what happened in Scotland.
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