Different can be fun.

Having a touring caravan normally means our holidays involve towing, pegging and aqualoos.

It also often involves wet clothes and cold feet.

The British weather is known for it’s unforgiving rain.

As any parent will tell you it starts to pour the moment someone says  “it’s the school holidays”.

Yet despite all this we do love our caravan.

The nights spent out on the campsites listening to the quiet still evening sounds

Or the early morning alarm Capella style from the birds.

I love them

Yet still when rain ruined play this week we decided to do something a little different and  book ourselves over night into a guest house in good old Llandudno.

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It was a blast, the guest house was simply amazing. The owner was super welcoming and so helpful. Honestly nothing was to much for him.

The guesthouse itself was beautiful and spotless. The bathroom was that clean my husband noticed and that’s saying something.

Oh and the breakfast it was simply yummy, the selection was great from fresh fruit to a fry up.

I honestly would recommend the Alvastra for a stay.

 
So we may not have got to sunbathe on the beach this holiday but we did get to watch the boats, travel to the top of the Great Orme and walk the pier.

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It was a fun trip.

Llandudno holds many memories for us as a family from nappy losing (yes Eden that was you) to pier vomiting (Livvy) it was nice to remember  and smile but it was also lovely to create new ones as well.

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It really isn’t the length of a holiday or the exotic location that makes it special, it’s those you share it with.

So my two cold windy days in Llandudno were truly special as I got to spend them with those that I love.

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What more could I have wished for.

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Gutted

Well today’s blog post was supposed to come to you all from the beautiful Gower coast. But thanks to a faulty air flow thingy we are back at home gutted that we won’t be visiting the sea anytime soon.

To be perfectly honest it could be worse but right now it doesn’t feel like it.

I have sad kids and a broken minibus so all is simply not great right now.

It’s been a hard 6 months with family issues, Eden’s diagnoses and my health worries so we all so needed this break.

I was so looking forward to recharging my batteries from the sea and my kids were looking forward to just being kids.

So right now we are all feeling pretty low.

Grateful that we all managed to get home safe and sound.

But gutted as we all really needed a break.

So ironically we are broken like the minibus.

A peaceful few days

It’s so peaceful here in South Wales it’s such a uncommercialized area, just beauty in the natural as God created it.

I confess I really don’t wish to go home. I’m at peace in such a way I havent felt for what seems such a long time.

Years ago when we first got married Alan and I had considered packing up and moving away to somewhere like this, but I think the fear of the unknown stopped us and of course the need to be where the jobs was.

Do I regret our decision to be honest I don’t know, with Livvys health issues it was nice knowing that an ambulance could be at our door in less than 10 minutes and that a fantastic children’s hospital was a 30 minute journey away.

Would I move here now?

I don’t think so I’m not sure my girls will be happy to give up the life they have known, the schools, the friends the boyfriends and I’m not sure I could live Livvy’s grave even though I know she isn’t there.

I have really enjoyed my week at the beach and I know my youngest would move in a shot, we have discovered she is a real surfer chick but life here full time would be different.

Maybe if we win the lottery a move may happen or at least a holiday cottage.

Never have I felt so relaxed but i do wonder if I would have been so calm if the teens were with me. Besides a few autistic melt downs it’s been so peaceful and having no one tell me that I am ruining their lives has done me good for a few days.

Oh well all good things come to an end. Homeward bound tomorrow then the evening will bring the return of the monsters we call teenage daughters.

I may have missed them a little but I sure after they have been home an hour I will feel different.

The joys of parenting.

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Home sweet home

What a blissful, few days. We have just returned from a caravanning holiday in South Wales, Rhosselli and it’s been great. The sun was out for three perfect days where we got to sit on the beach, play in the sea and build sandcastles in the sand. The kids have laughed and played and also slept which was blissful by itself. We also got to spend some wonderful time with friends.

I have been struck by many things over the last week. Firstly I think we need to move by the Sea. The feeling of calm I get when I watch the ocean it just fills me with a peace I can’t find elsewhere. Just watching the waves energies my very soul.

Secondly I love the stars. One thing I dislike about living in a built up area is I never get to lie outside and look at the stars. Sitting outside on the campsite I got to chat to Brodie about the windows in heaven. Then as we just sat cuddling a shooting star flashed across the sky. A memory made forever with my baby.

There is also nothing more beautiful than standing watching the sun set over the ocean. For a long time as I stood there I felt heaven was within reach. That Livvy was at the end of my fingertips. I felt such harmony at the connection between heaven and earth.

So now I’m home with a caravan that needs cleaning, two big bags of washing and a new school year to get prepared for.

I’m glad to be back but I hope my inner peace will stay around for a while. If not I better start planning our move.

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