Probably sounds a bit sad, but my favourite outdoor activity was going for a walk. My Mum worked in a jute mill, had gone by the time my Gran woke me every morning for school. If it was a nice evening during the week, after our meal, we'd walk to the local library. Sundays, weather depending, we'd go for a walk somewhere, e.g. one of the city parks or along the Esplanade. Sometimes, catch "the Ferry" across to Fife, have a wee picnic. When my older brother came home from the RAF, he bought a car and our Sunday walks turned into days out somewhere a bit more distant. Then I got a (much wanted) dog for my 12th birthday, walked many a mile with him. Mum, brother and dog all long gone now, but still have my wonderful happy memories.