I’ve had a few messages recently wondering how on earth I seem to be away so much - the magical deceiving power of Instagram, my friends. I have yet to post a photo of me in my pyjamas, on my laptop, having my weekly deadline panic. Here’s what I actually do - I work two days a week in a magazine office and I am a freelance travel writer the rest of the time. I do travel often, but then that’s how I pay my rent, and when I gave up working full time on magazines (i.e, 9-5 in an office) I took a big pay cut so that I could travel instead. Sometimes my trips are mega fun. But sometimes they ar quite lonely and exhausting - I wrote this at 5am in an airport, wishing I was at home. And the lovely places I go are awesome but sometimes you’d just rather be in the pub with your mates. Sometimes if I’m away I’m not being paid, I’m just there for the fun of it. Others I’m paid to do but am often knackered or working until midnight trying to meet other deadlines. And lots of my trips are just me, no commissions - the lovely Highlands adventure recently was two mates and I on a road trip. Yes, travel in general can be very expensive, but that trip for example cost about £40 for flights and a lot of the time we were camping, wild camping and bothying - cheap or free, and if you’d love to do that too you could be doing that this weekend. It’s always worth remembering social media can be great for a bit of outdoorsy inspiration but real life it most definitely is not.