I think it must be at least 2 weeks since I blogged. At the moment we are all on count down mode until the school holidays, and in 3 weeks time we are heading off to Chicago to visit my brother-in-law. In the mean time I feel like I have a small mountain to climb before we get there - Birthday Party, Cub Camp, football matches, relatives visiting, end of term nights out etc..etc.. Football training/matches for our two sons are more or less taking over at weekends right now, so when I heard that there was to be no football this weekend (yippee!) I put my foot down, demanding some family time away in the caravan. Now, the beauty of going away for the weekend in the caravan is that it is actually a break for me - no housework, minimum cooking, no washing and the boys are normally fairly content and occupied cycling around the camp or playing with new friends they have just met - it also means that we actually get to talk to each other and reconnect as a family. With this in mind, we didn't want to travel too far on a Friday night, so opted for a site in the Glenesk valley, roughly 50 minutes drive away. When we arrived on Friday evening the camp looked like this:
But...in true Scottish Summer weather tradition, on Saturday morning we woke to rain - teaming down...all day! We made the most of it, being hardy Northerners after all..
(The campsite had a certain retro feel to the place - couldn't resist a photo of this fab table in the dish washing room)
Made good use of the 'recreation room', read lots of books, visited a local beach town for lunch, drank lots of tea and played Scrabble (what a revelation - the boys are actually old enough now to be able to hold their own in a game!)
and when bed time came around there wasn't a word of complaint from the boys about climbing into their cosy bunks
So here I am on Sunday night - home, rested and hopefully ready for that climb..♥