We had our first weekend away this weekend. It was lovely. One of those weekends that feels extra long, even though it wasn’t.
My parents live in a beautiful part of the world. Near the coast and the country. The best of both worlds. And boy did the weather put on a good show. Beach and BBQ worthy even.
Oliver left a day earlier to hang with Grandma and Gramps. They took him to Corfe Castle where he indulged in more of his new love at the amazing ruins. If you haven’t been, get there. It’s pretty amazing.
For us; we enjoyed brunch at the beach (which could practically be Bondi if it wasn’t for the wind-breaks and deckchairs!). See:
We met family at a local kids farm. Spent time with my lovely Nan. She has dementia, which aside from being one of the saddest conditions out there, also makes for some pretty comical moments. If you have a conversation with her once, you have it a thousand times. Bless. She’s cute.
On Sunday we headed out for a Quay-side wander. There were ships to look at, little museums to potter around and general fun to be had. Ollie had his first go in one of those cheesey kiddo rides and his first ever Mr Whippy. With a flake.
Oh and thanks to G&G Paul and I had two full night’s sleeps, a lie in till 9am and a deserted house to enjoy for a whole morning. Bliss.
Having family on tap really is da bomb.
I hope you all had blissful weekends too. Go on, tell me about them. What did you do?