Fundays and holidays

Thanks for staying with me whilst I had my little break. I took my little guys off for a little beach holiday. That's the beauty of Britain, you are never to far away from the beach. I filled up three memory cards worth of photos (that is a lot of photographs). It was a beach holiday and the beach pictures will follow, but I had to share with you a SMALL selection of the cottage pictures, oh so many, it was just a dream cottage, built in the 1800's it had lots of character, a real fire in the living room and master bedroom. The real beauty lay in its garden. Now I love my garden, I sat a week ago in the early evening thinking how great my garden is. I return a week later and look at it and it feels small and has a rather suburban feel to it. Comparing it to the cottage garden, well what can I say... HUGE would be a good start, full of paths and mature trees and the most amazing flowers. Hidden away lots of sitting area's and tables and even a whole BBQ area hidden behind a dry stone wall and a rose trellis. Yes it was perfect for me and for the children it was a 'secret garden' . As the weather was not always sunny, typical bank holiday weather, lots of rain, we still enjoyed the outdoors but returned to a warming fire, perfect for marshmallows and we would huddle together in front of it and fill ourselves up with fresh pop corn. YUMMY (the waist is paying for it now). Little routines emerge, the favourite being the morning routine. The boys would jump into bed for a cuddle, and we would all have breakfast and then they would go off and play and Mommy would have a few moments to sit in her bedroom and get a little knitting done or a little reading, the view over the garden was quite distracting.
Remember the sparky acrylic blanket I found in a charity shop? Well it was well used. Not a fan of acrylic but for the fist time I have appreciated why it was once so popular, it was a rug in the garden over grass and brambles, on the beach and for cosy nights by the fire. A quick whizz in the washing machine and it was dry in, well, minutes.
Oh and here it is again, my favourite time of day, early evening as the sun starts to fade and the birds are singing their little hearts out, its also a good time to pour out a glass of cold wine or better still Pimms. I love Pimms, sadly its not a very 'trendy' drink, personally I think it is the perfect summer tipple especially with all the trimmings.
Usually I stay in the middle of fields and hills, but this cottage was a little village and it was a National Trust area so it has some great nature walks, so if you have not yet got bored with all the green, here is a snap of the children running off in to the greenery...
Now I am a beach girl, if you stay with me over the summer you will soon realise this, at every opportunity I am at the beach, which whilst we are a couple of hours away from good beaches with the camper van it makes it more accessible as we can make the most of weekends. So this break has really got me looking forward to the summer, sand, sea and happy children and we all know happy children make happy Mommy's.

This break was just great and I will share a few more moments with you tomorrow, then it will be back on to the crafty stuff, which I guess is why you read this blog, right! The time away with my children is always special, to have no commitments or time restraints just relaxes all off us. Between the three of us we get so much done, lots of crafty bits get designed and made and my older child is really into recording his days journal style. Alas its Monday and I woke up today with a real sense of sadness and feel quite tearful. I am trying to reassure myself it is the usual post holiday blues and it will not be long before the children are on the long summer break. I feel heavy hearted and do not really now why. I guess I enjoy the escapism of a holiday, the love I get from my kids and the great company they are. I am missing my friends who now live a long way away and I have to pull my finger out and get that washing sorted, as for my own garden...time to mow...