Funny how its strange little things that can unlock memories you had totally forgotten – for me its been the sound of windbreaks flapping in the breeze. Ok it was far more than a breeze, it was more like a gale but suddenly I was transported back to my childhood and sitting on a beach in the raging wind.
And it being a Great British Holiday we were on the beach, wearing our shorts but with at least two jumpers on, barefoot and leaping in the sea and determined to enjoy our holiday.
We have built sandcastles and discovered how to make volcanos. And unsurprisingly Mr Muddling took the original 1970s volcano design and played around with it, sorry improved it. Talk about pimp your volcano!
We have gone on walks along the clifftops and discovered that Bigger is half small child, half mountain goat.
We have shrimped in rockpools and fallen into those rockpools.
We have shaken a mountain of sand out of our belongings and removed sand from Littler’s incredible eyelashes which really weren’t designed for sitting on a windswept beach.
And we then had a blissful day with no wind, perfect conditions and sat on the beach quaffing a glass of something nice whilst the girls romped around our feet and we enjoyed being on holiday very much.
We have dithered over going overseas, of travelling and taking the girls somewhere nice but the trouble is that I don’t think we’d find a lot of dairy free in France or anywhere exotic and its a long way to go and there are these great places, not so far away and not involving plane trips.
Instead we travelled by train which was very exciting and where there aren’t luggage restrictions and where if you pre-book seats you can have a table for the girls to play under and over. And I discovered that Colour Wonder colouring books are WONDERFUL – no mess and Bigger was happily occupied for ages. And you can take a picnic which includes something nice for the adults and then try and not be too worried about the trail of breadsticks and raisins that you scatter in your wake every time (and there will be lots of times because the loos have lots of lovely buttons to press) you go to the loo.
This year we are embracing the Great British Holiday – we went north this time and we’re going south in the summer. Who cares if the temperature isn’t quite the South of France, we have jumpers and we’re not afraid to wear them on the beach