That was Scotland...

All packed up and on our way home, reflecting on the best riding weekend in the history of Fearingout, which if I'm honest is just as much about the awesome accommodation as the brilliant weather and fantastic friends.

It was one if those times you wish would never end but it had too and in the drizzle at the freeride park, tired legs and warm hearts combined to keep us pushing back up for one more go, one last run, one time for the camera.

All good things must come to an end and it leaves me with one last question, when can we go back!