I grew up travelling the world as we followed my Dad’s civil engineering work. This meant multiple flights a year making us pretty well seasoned travellers. My own children on the other hand had never been abroad, well apart from Wales, but according to Ells that doesn’t count because we didn’t have to get on a plane. Phil and I thought about how we could manage a weekend trip involving a plane so we could see them through their first flights.
Easter Monday is always a last minute ‘what are we going to do?’ ordeal, but this year I wanted to get ahead of the game and actually plan something.
We live a stone’s throw away from a few National Trust sites, and we have probably been to one in the 7-8 years of living in the area.
Our weekend has been a funny one. Time seems to have been slowed and stretched at the same time. I’m not complaining because we got loads done! I might be the only one who usually finds I wake up Saturday, blink and find it’s already Sunday night. But this weekend has been wonderfully slow and relaxed.
The Easter Holidays are a bit of a weird affair. It marks the end of Spring term and the start of Summer term. It is invariable at different fortnightly intervals across the UK, making the planning of meeting up with family near and far a pigging nightmare!
Thalassophile literally means lover of the seas or oceans and although born in the middle England, I spent most of my growing years travelling the world with my family. Wherever we landed we never seemed to be too far from the sea. No wonder my love for the seas and oceans grew deep within my heart.
The work/life balance is a pain in the rear the vast majority of the time, so we picked the 3rd Saturday of every month to do something together, just the four of us, a designated Family Day. To help decide what we would do we used lollipop sticks numbered 1-12 in a jar. The numbers correspond to an activity we can do together, so it had to be age appropriate for a teen and a pre-schooler.
We took my Mum with us on holiday this year, and we made the most of it. I gave her a weeks notice for babysitting and the hubby and I got on our glad rags and headed out for some much needed couple time. We walked almost the length of the waterfront trying to find somewhere to eat. The first place we stopped out was a no go. Firstly it was empty, secondly there was a dog in the main restaurant.
Sometimes making memories isn’t pretty. At the time you feel aghast and dumbfounded, there are literally no words that pass your lips other than “I am so sorry!” When the dust has settled though you are able to laugh and set it aside as ‘one to tell the grandkids’.
At the beginning of this year we were battling red numbers on bank accounts and a seeming never ending bombardment of unexpected bills.