I don't even know where to begin to tell you the truth… we've had a complete ball and after taking the last 3 weeks off to just be at home to enjoy mooching with the children and various day trips, I'm completely exhausted but it's been GOOD! So, you know the kitten story…the name Sherbert has stuck!
So next stop… camping – complete madness!! I finished work at QVC on the Friday at 4pm and somehow managed to get home, pack the car (including children) and get down to the Isle of Wight by 8:15pm.
Our camping trip
As we pulled on to the campsite I had one thing to say to them…"if this tent is not up by dark, we're going home!… with which came the "we know she means business" reply "Yes Mum!" HOWEVER, as we pulled up on to our pitch, I was handed a cup of tea by a VERY wonderful neighbour and she put her family to work!
My two dashed off gladly (Myles being my social secretary these days- he needs all of 15 seconds to make friends!), so I drank tea and the blokes put the tent up… I wasn't going to argue!
Dark came, the tent was up and despite switching on the biggest torch to a puff of smoke, I managed to get everything set up by bedtime… whilst wearing my miner's torch! It's a look that only works when camping or crafting!
We did loads this summer to be honest, without travelling far at all! The eight weeks flew by… from making our own paintings in the garden, to visiting various farms and parks, playing boardgames when the weather was bad, walking lots, playing badminton when the weather was good, cycling, water fights, picnics galore and cooking regularly for at least five hungry children sitting around my table with open mouths like baby birds!
Our trip to Bournemouth
Luckily we had prebooked months ago with our friends in Bournemouth to go and visit on what turned out to be the week when the temperatures soared… they had already hired a beach hut which meant we virtually lived by the sea for a few days which was just magical!!!
My two were born in London and even though now we live in Surrey, we just don't get enough of hanging out by the sea so it was a wonderful few days of ice creams, sand castles, body boarding (which even I did….first time in at least 30 years!!).
I know you're dying to know how I got to the home of Top Gear… I wanted to squeal as I drove in, I was soo excited!! It was host to Wings and Wheels which is a fabulous show that takes place every year and oh my word as we pulled up, the sound of the jets overhead made my ears feel as if they were bleeding!!! It was incredible!!!
We saw displays of spitfires, hurricanes, vintage bikes and cars whizzing by, plus the last remaining flying Vulcan flew through… which had the most phenomenal sound!
The Lancaster was due to come but sadly got stuck in bad weather so I was disappointed about that as it always makes me cry (not that I want to cry per se, but it's just a deep emotional reaction… anyone else have that??) but nevertheless the entire show was amazing!
Even the stunt man who leapt out of the helicopter at the Olympic opening ceremony on behalf of the Queen, did a jump from 2,000ft without a parachute… again, breathtaking!!!!… and the commentators were utterly hilarious!
I highly recommend it for you next year if you have any interest in things with wings or wheels! (I reckon I am a closet anorak!!)
Saving the best until last… the Olympics! I tried countless times to get tickets with no luck, however, the bike ride came through our village and it was tremendous!!!
The weather was gorgeous, thousands were lining the streets… and we were perched right at the front on the curb as they WHOOSHED by!
We then had our very own village games where I won a gold medal for the adult egg and spoon race and shocking but true, I was on the winning team for tug of war (no it wasn't the children's one …and thankfully I can't find the photo of me pulling with all my might!!)
Happy days, hope you have had a good summer too
Take care, P x