On our recent holiday to Austria, I thought it would be a tremendous idea to nip over the border into Italy and have a pizza.
My wife could have coffee, Sophie could have ice cream, Harry could have…er…bread(?) and everyone would be happy.
After all, it was only about 50km to the border. Simple.
Little did I know what I was letting myself in for…
OK, so we’d survived the night of all of us in one room. Just about.
And we’d had an incredible holiday in Austria (more in future posts).
But we really hit a low point with the security check on the way back. I mean, we’ve only been flying for twenty years…
Coming away on holiday is an absolute treat. Such a privilege to take a step out of daily life and travel away, in our case to visit our very generous relatives who live near Innsbruck, Austria.
The process of leaving home though can be a little bit arduous, a fact that was hammered home to us by our overnight stay at the Premier Inn, Gatwick where the four of us were crammed into a family room of four beds and a cot.
It did not go well.
“Daddy, I’m going to Scotland.”
So piped up a excited voice from the car seat behind me.
It was 2pm, Sophie had just woken up after her afternoon nap and we were four hours into our five hour car journey to Port William, a tiny hamlet in South West Scotland. Miles from anywhere.
If you go down to the woods today….
Do bears actually live in the woods? They do if you take them there and that’s just what we did when we took our very own Sophie Bear for a family break at Whinfell Forest Center Parcs recently.
When you think rock ‘n’ roll, maybe you think of Memphis and Elvis Presley? Or other huge American artists like Buddy Holly and Little Richard?
Or perhaps you look at urban centres in the UK like Liverpool, birthplace of the Beatles, or London, and groups like The Rolling Stones.
I doubt you think of Huddersfield.
But, in the heady summer of 2006, on June 1, that was precisely where my JMB rock ‘n’ roll tour began.
O, what a night!
Bright sunny Spring day?
Family time with my wife and Sophie?
The only option was a trip to the zoo.
So off we went…
Schools out for summer.
The children in my class have left for pastures new, probably via some fabulous holiday destinations. The sun is (kinda) shining and the long vacation stretches ahead of me.
On Saturday I’m heading down to Sibford for the annual CYFA camp for 11-14 year olds with some guys from my church. It’s wacky, intense and busy.
But I can’t wait.
And with that in mind I thought it worth reflecting on camps I’ve been on in previous years.
Some real highlights in there!
So, my chances of leaving on the motorhome with the others were in ruins.
But we did have a backup plan up our sleeve.
I went to bed on the 20th July worrying about it, but also desperately hoping we could make it work.
On this day a year ago, I sat in the dining room of my friend Martin’s house and tried to decode HTML! With a bit of encouragement and a lot of expertise on his part, we set up daddyjoeblogs.com and my blogging journey had begun.
135 posts later (over 1 every three days!), this online journal plays a key part in my life and I am so grateful to everyone who has helped get it up and running and for all those who have supported it!
Sophie’s come a long way since the first days of this blog. Back then, she was an utterly dependent, immobile, speechless beautiful little baby…