There is little better than arriving at our favourite family holiday place. Stick in the muds we may be, but I love arriving, being greeted by dogs who remember us, seeing what has changed, seeing what is still the same. It’s such a beautiful farm in a beautiful spot.
The first few days are always odd, in a comfortingly painful way, for me. I can’t not remember how it felt to come here, so newly without Freddie and do very raw. How I cried by the fire in the evenings, cried as we drive around, cried at the stars, cried as the girls tried to have a good week and get back to normal. It’s good, in a way, to have time to connect back and reflect.
It was extra special this year to arrive and be greeted by this.
It’s good to be here, with a gentle memory of him. This is what 3 years on feels like, I suppose.
Yesterday was visits to favourite haunts. This year Bene is a walking person with needs to be met, Amelie is on crutches. So it might be going to involve less walking.
Rock hopping is always fun though.
Takes more than crutches to spoil Amelie’s style though.
I love it here so much.
