Holidays past.

As I recently posted, we are having a lovely, peaceful time at home this summer. However, I am an equally big fan of going on holiday! I did lots of traveling before I had the boys and I very much hope that they will be well traveled too- going somewhere different is a fantastic learning experience and also makes you appreciate home through fresh eyes. We have been lucky enough to be able to take the boys on some great holidays already- some far a field and some closer to home. I know they will probably not remember the early ones, and although this makes me a bit sad I'm a firm believer that the experiences they had are part of who they are, so it was definitely worth it. It would take a novel to write about our holidays in detail so I've decided to make a postcard for each of the big ones with a just few of my memories that might hopefully trigger some memories for the boys.

Our first proper holiday as a family of four was to Guernsey at Easter in 2009. It holds a lot of special memories for me and was a significant turning point in all our lives! Danny had mostly been a pretty grisly baby, he cried A LOT, but this holiday, aged 7 months, he suddenly turned into a little ray of sunshine (and has been a cheerful chap ever since!) I think it was the food! I'd been trying to ween him off me and onto babyfood with very little success but being surrounded by a hotel breakfast buffet he was able to show us that whilst he didn't like pureed food, bits of sausage, croissant, toast, egg, fruit, weetabix etc were just the job. We had a lovely, chilled out week pottering along the cliffs to lots of beautiful and mostly-deserted beaches, making sandcastles, paddling in streams, doing a spot of fishing, having picnics etc. The beach below our hotel had a little stream that ran down a stone runnel and Zac spent ages putting pebbles in at the top and watching them bobble their way back to the beach. It really was a stress-free week and all the sweeter because Danny was suddenly happy!

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We have had two wonderful holidays in Tobago because an old friend of Martin's lives there. The first time we visited we stayed in a great hotel right on the beach. I was dreading the long-haul flight, and it nearly didn't happen because it was the week that British airspace was completely shut down when a volcano erupted in Iceland, filling the air with ash. Luckily the day we were due to fly they decided it was safe to do so, and the boys were amazingly tolerant of being trapped in a seat for 11 hours so my fears were unfounded. Tobago is a very laid back island with stunning beaches, clear blue water, and a lovely climate. The boys had a ball playing in the hotel pools, mucking about on the beaches and exploring the island. A highlight of the trip was watching a turtle come up the beach by the hotel in the dark and lay her round, white eggs into a hole in the sand. For our second visit we stayed in a house owned by a friend of our friends out there. It was much cheaper than the hotel and, although it meant we were shopping and catering for ourselves, it was actually even more laid back. We could eat when we wanted, the boys could run riot without disturbing anyone and we borrowed a car so we really got to know the island. Martin taught Zac to snorkel in the pool and he was then happy to be towed out to sea to see all the tropical fish. You know how you often get to the end of a holiday slightly looking forward to being back in your own bed and in familiar surroundings? Well this holiday we really had to force ourselves onto the plane home. Ahh, if only it were a little closer and a little cheaper to get there!!

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My parents have been renting the same holiday house in France on and off since I was about 17 so it is very familiar and like a home from home. We've been twice since the boys were born, and with grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins there too it is a perfect place for a family gathering. It is massive but not at all glamorous so we don't have to worry about the kids trashing anything, plus it has an enormous garden and a pool so you can all find plenty of things to do or somewhere peaceful to hide without having to go anywhere. There's a driveway right around the house and we took like-a-bikes and scooters so that the boys could go round and round, and granny always brings a selection of diggers so Zac can set up a building site somewhere. There are also farm buildings out the back with plenty of big machines to watch through the gate. We do occasionally get up the energy to go to a market or a swimming lake or visit a chateau, and the adults usually manage to fit in a bit of wine tasting. And of course there are plenty of long and delicious french style meals al fresco. All in all it's pretty blissful!

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In the summer before Zac started school we took the boys camping in North Wales. I confess, I thought this was a bit of a crazy idea and when we turned up after a very long drive in light rain I wasn't feeling an awful lot more enthusiastic. However, it was one of the best holidays we've had. The weather was brilliant all week and there were a million different things to do right on the doorstep. We climbed mountains, went rock-pooling on the beach, invaded several castles and explored deep underground down a mine, rode on a steam train, paddled in a canoe and generally had a lovely time. The tent was actually pretty comfortable and the boys had so much fresh air that they slept brilliantly at night. The only slight downside was the midges- but the smoke from the bbq kept them just about bearable in the evenings! I didn't do much camping as a child but Martin is a bit of a pro, and although we always look a bit odd with our massive 70's frame tent in amongst all the new pop-up models we manage to live and eat quite well under canvass. We've also camped in Devon and Dorset and had an equally successful time. This last postcard is from our most recent hol- a long weekend in Dorset at the beginning of July- the beginning of the heatwave. Again, we had a very chilled (yet scorching) time wandering to the beach and back or along the cliffs. One evening we saw a fox cub which was very exciting for the boys, all the menfolk braved the sea, and Danny also spent quite a lot of time making pebble art.

 Oh dear! I was quite content to have a peaceful summer at home, but all this reminiscing...