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.