You'll be thinking that all I ever do is gallivant off to various parts of the country for lovely walks and to eat, drink and be merry. In fact, you'd not be far wrong, as Olley and I have just spent the weekend in the Lake District staying with my brother Pete to help celebrate his 50th birthday. (Yes, it even comes to little brothers, eventually. He's the third of the four of us to get there.)
The weather was forecast to be dreadful, and it mainly was, but we were lucky enough to see some Saturday sunshine before retiring to one of Pete's favourite pubs (the Newfield Inn in Seathwaite) for an evening with friends and family to mark his half century.
As we set off on our walk we met a couple of his friends from the Black Combe fell runners' club that Pete is captain of.
They were heading off on a little afternoon exercise – a 17 mile run up hill, down dale, through bog and over crag – which they expected to take in the region of 4 to 5 hours. Wow!! Put our afternoon stroll to shame. When they returned several hours later we were already in the pub, and they joined us after washing down in the mountain stream nearby! A different breed of people…
Returning south through torrential rain and dreadful driving conditions, we reflected on another weekend that felt like a mini holiday. With the constant commitment to our active children waning as they become more independent, our weekends are not always dictated by who is doing what, where and when. Although we will always support them, and love watching their various exploits, Olley and I see a future where we can head off on our own a little more.
Passing a motorhome on the road re-ignited a dream we've been nurturing for a number of years now. The freedom that travelling with your own bed would give us is so appealing, whether we're thinking of a mega trip around Europe (I fancy Norway, Olley favours France) or a weekend break exploring parts of Britain.
Claire Sutton wished so hard for a gypsy caravan for her garden that her dream came true (see an earlier blog of hers) so maybe if I cross my fingers often enough, we may find a suitable vehicle that we can afford. If so, we could be heading off into the sunset even more often than we do now. A lovely thought!