We choose our holiday destinations like this. We decide how long we can possibly bear to be trapped in a small space with the kids and then we choose places within that travelling distance time. Then Greig spends a loooonnnnggg time scouting suitable accommodations, shows me pictures online and then I point 'that one'. Job done. It's worked well so far at least.
This year we sojourned in Filey, Yorkshire.
We were fabulously close to a quiet beach, had a swimming pool a stones throw away and were within travelling distance of a theme park. Easily pleased I think you'd call that. It was a fantastically busy, noisy, happy, exhausting, sugared week which left my face a little sore from smiling and laughing. I don't think it matters where we go but when I have time with my little family we draw closer together, see new things about each other we haven't noticed and make memories we will have forever. #winning
she valiantly attempted to eat all that cake. but i ended up wrapping up about three quarters to take home with us.
busy busy. lego. colouring. beading. busy busy
i can only think that the sand was warm?
scrub land back drop? out of focus? no-one looking at the camera? perfect family portrait. happy faces though!
meet giraffe, the newest member of the family
i walked one evening as the sun was beginning to set which made me wonder why I don't try to catch the golden hour more often. probably because golden hour falls very close to 'bath/books/bed' hour.
You know that this is literally a fraction of the photographs I took don't you? I have literally dumped them onto the computer but will be back when I have them organised. This is just the modern equivalent of a holiday photographs slide shows isn't it? Although I will never know if you nod off half way through or not..........