A holiday in Devon last week was like holidaying in the tropics. And no awful plane journey.
We managed to fit in beaches, swimming, soft play, sightseeing, good food, way too many ice-creams (can’t fit in my pre-pregnancy jeans I had just got back into before we went away) and adventure parks. We were busy! (Planning was everything.)
The heat meant we all flopped willlingly into a daily siesta. This meant much needed afternoon rest for William and the baby and kept William out of the burning sun without any protest.
The hot tub – with an evening glass of wine – was fantastic. It was the one bit of the day that Matthew and I felt like we were on holiday. (Although we would have had a lot more time in it if the children hadn’t spent about two hours every evening telling us how they were too excited/too awake/too hot/too old/too ill/too thirsty to sleep.)
Despite all the opportunity for germs William didn’t catch anything nasty. I had to bribe him to drink water to stop him getting dehydrated and ending up in hospital but it worked.
The three big boys cried whenI started packing to come home. But we’re already planning next year’s holiday and that’s almost as much fun as the holiday itself. And the planning bit doesn’t make lots of dirty laundry.
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So glad you had a great week. Just what you all deserve.
Sounds like you had a wonderful time and I’m sure you’re all returning with recharged batteries. Welcome back.
sounds great. I always meant to visit Devon when I was in the UK, but never got around to it.