When the children are little you often think holidays are almost more trouble than they are worth. There is so much clobber to take, everything is so expensive and when you are away the children so frequently go down with asthma or eczema or ear infections, and then there were the two occasions on which dear F was discovered to have head lice. Yuck!! All to be dealt with in a shack in Norfolk on a very quiet stretch of coast, or a caravan on a Welsh cliff. Oh Lord. Or, if you go with friends, where your peer group are making helpful suggestions and unintentionally suggesting you are incompetent. (Maybe it's intentional? Maybe they are right?)
But this time I enjoyed it all, and had a great feeling of being myself amongst friends and having freedom to fool around as much as I like, and I am even quite happy to deal with all the muddy and damp clothes because it is lovely when they are all put away for next time. I like having a look at the photos, of course.
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| Derwent Water from Cat Bells |
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| Each hand was carved from one tree trunk - weathering away now, sadly. By Derwent water |
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| To Watendlath |
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| A boggy bit |
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