Last weekend we drove to Charlbury to visit my cousin and his wife. It was a long overdue catch up. There was plenty of chat, laughter and reminiscing. He told us all about his work and passion for all things climate and railway. We’ve made a tentative arrangement for a summer visit. I love it here and the drive past the quintessentially yellow brick houses of The Holidayesque type ( although not actually where you are to believe it’s filmed) are the stuff of dreams.
An evening at the community pub in Stonesfield where we enjoyed fish and chips was thoroughly enjoyable before returning home to a roaring fire.
The next morning after a good night’s sleep, much needed, a healthy breakfast was laid on with more chat.
The view from the bedroom is always a favourite of mine, and the sun was shining which bode well for our afternoon to Blenheim Palace.
Blenheim Palace is a short drive from theirs and we met with Kevin’s sister and husband after a precarious walk from the car park. We made our way to The Orangery, recently built for our Emerald City themed tea.
Again more chat about families, homes and plans and dreams for the coming year. The food was delicious but secondary to the company.
We had a wander round the Christmas market and did think about going into the Palace itself, but we both had fairly long journeys home so decided to do that another year. Viv and I both bought a Christmas decoration which were personalised with our grandchildren’s names.
Home to a delicious cooked dinner and time with Brodie before his bedtime.
Sunday was spent clearing and tidying out the sideboard and cupboards under the island, and there will be a lot more over the coming weeks. A walk with Ralph and Brodie on a glorious evening before home to another dinner cooked by Nina.
It was a tonic weekend, a little battery recharge before the Christmas season, which although will be different in someways, but will still have those little quirky traditions that most families have.
A photo of Ramsay showing off his footie skillsBrodie resplendent in mulberry
We started our trip with a few nights in Dubai, my second time, Kevin’s first. We stayed at the RoyalMirage One and Only-the Palace. Our room was beautiful with everything we could wish for. As we arrived late it was straight to bed ready for the next day where we had a few things planned.
A bit of a lie in, breakfast was enjoyed then a taxi into the Mall. I never made it in June 24, so I made sure I visited this time. The wealth and opulence is staggering, overwhelming in fact. I’m glad to have seen it, but not sure I need to go again …..
I’d booked a fast track to visit the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world at 830m to the tip. You can view from floors 124 & 125 a mere 492m. The lift takes 35 seconds to get there, a spectacle in itself.
The view wasn’t great as it was a humid day, but still worthwhile. We had booked to be on the boardwalk for the fountain show, and we enjoyed the setting sun too.
A walk through the mall for a taxi back, and our driver was very intent on us taking a 4 hour tour the following day. Luckily we were already booked at the Drift beach club, so politely declined.
Thursday a beach club day, with use of a cabana we enjoyed the pool, Ultimate Provence, the food and the music. It was fun people watching as they strolled up and down, strutting their designer stuff in all shapes and sizes.
Dinner in the evening at the Euazone restaurant, called this as it is floating in water. Great food, and company with a golf buggy to and from the hotel. Our waiter was from Indonesia, so sweet and interesting to hear about why he’s working in Dubai and his hopes and dreams for a better life.
Next up was our flight to Hobart, via Sydney with a 4 hour layover. Disappointing that we could have caught an earlier flight by 2 hours, but I suppose it’s better to err on the side of caution.
Tired but excited we were met by Andrew, Amanda and Ramsay, and we made our way to her parents who had kindly offered for us to stay again. There was a full itinerary planned and many eatery options, subject to minor change depending on the weather.
We had the best time, we did an air walk in Tahune, we saw “The Wiggles “ live ( not sure we’ve recovered from that.) We did a rail track ride, visited Richmond, the East Coast, visited cellar doors for wine and cider. We did a thermal spa walk, visited a zoo, and an animal sanctuary with the tamest Roos. I picked up Ramsay from day care, we went to the park, and enjoyed time with everyone. We ate Greek food, Indian, Mexican and delicious local sea food and steaks. Tasmania has a lot to offer, I just wish I’d packed a few more warmer clothes.
I hope the photos show just how wonderful our time was. We are so grateful for the kindness, warmth, and planning that went into ensuring we had the best time.
All too soon our time in Hobart was coming to an end.
There was a drive to the airport, with traffic jams, which meant a very short time to say our goodbyes. It’s always hard to say those words, tears flowed, lots of cuddles and a certainty that we will see each other soon. Ramsay is a charming,inquisitive little boy. He took to us very warmly, and his giggle and smile are infectious. He loves to copy his Daddy and Pops.
Up next was Perth, and seeing our friends Gary and Arlene.
Arlene had never been to a cricket match, so Day 2 of the first Ashes test was a must. Little did we know how much of a day it would be. Two full innings after the first day.
Travis Head’s innings was superb, and the England bowlers couldn’t replicate their first day efforts. A relaxed Sunday followed with a walk after lunch at Hillarys beach club.
Monday, and our next flight to Singapore with a couple of days to relax before home. We visited the MBS shopping complex, our stay at the Fullerton Hotel in walking distance. I’d booked to do the walk in Gardens by the Bay, something I didn’t do in 2014. The views are spectacular and I tried to take it all in, and we visited the Observatory, which I foolishly thought was behind glass.
Dinner in the evening was at the Jade in the hotel, a quiet affair with an interesting menu.
Our flight home was very late on Wednesday so I ventured back to the Mall, and Kevin visited the Art Science museum.A saunter back to the hotel where we finished packing and showered before our last flight. A mere 13 hours later, after retrieving our luggage Craig picked us up and we arrived home safe and sound.
Whilst away, we had plenty of photos sent, which was great. It really was a fantastic trip, one I will treasure forever. We also had wonderful news of two baby girls being born into our family.
It’s been a long held dream of mine to go to Italy and learn some authentic Italian cooking skills, so when Honor met Sofia and they put together a plan, I was in.
My cousin Jo was to join us too, so we paid our deposit and kept up with a growing itinerary with excitement.
On Tuesday we arrived at Stansted to meet up with a few other participants and arrived after a slight delay to our venue, Corte San Rufillo. The rooms were exsquisite, I had a huge bed, a balcony, a bath and shower that had lights that changed colour. It was perfect. also my room name was Celeste.
Over the next three days we bonded as a group, characters galore, with some blossoming after being anxious about meeting new people. Many things were talked about, some very personal, and emotions were never far away. It proved that no matter where you are from, what you do, or how you live – we are bonded by struggles, life events and how we work through them. It is magical.
We’ve laughed, cried, eaten too much but it was so rewarding. I feel energised, grateful and appreciative of my family and support of friends.
The bread and pasta making were great too, I’ve learnt a few things, and came back with flour, olive oil and aceto and a tool to make styles of pasta. Sofia’s demonstrations, her joy and passion for cooking apparent. Her pride in her country of birth, the food, the culture evident. Honor was a supportive and able, glamorous assistant.
The truffle hunting was fun, and a chance to align with what nature can provide. I’m so very happy to have been, I felt at home and it evoked what life would’ve been like for my grandparents.
I wouldn’t hesitate to do another culinary, gastronomical experience and would recommend to anyone interested to just do it.
It’s been a busy few weeks, where I’ve visited Scotland, London, Whitstable and Suffolk, relived live aid, been to a baby shower, and enjoying Pilates so much.
I’ve had some hypnotherapy to help me with my fear of bridges and heights which has been tested, and successful.
River has started school, and is flourishing. Mondays aren’t the same but we’ve collected from school a couple of times which has been lovely.
Ramsay is walking so that’ll be fun when we visit them soon. He’s developing into quite a character and it’ll be great to spend time either with him.
Brodie is crawling and standing with an infectious smile and is a bundle of energy. It’s a privilege to spend so much time with him.
There’s been a few maintenance tasks in the house, and I’ll be making a list very soon of some ideas I’ve got for next year….
Here’s a few photos to savour.
My mental health has had a bit of a wobble, with a realisation of a change, not for me but the impact of it. Sometimes I become overwhelmed but I’ve spoken to my ‘crew’ and we choose to be happy, to try to control less ( good luck with that I hear you say), and go more with the flow. ❤️❤️❤️
Ten years ago today I began this blog, originally it was to be a written commentary of where I came from and how my life had changed, experiences and opportunities taken.
It was also a way to document what we were doing for Andrew in Australia, but very quickly it morphed into posts about life, life events, travel with a bit of reflection and introspection.
So here we are, a whole decade has passed: we’ve lost loved ones, both family and friends. There has been the addition of grandchildren, bringing a whole new dimension to enrich our lives.
We’ve been so fortunate to travel, we’ve retired and survived a pandemic!
A year in the planning after a member of the magical midlife group said she’d like to do this, there was enough of us interested to get a group together.
There was much talk of footwear, training, choice of sock, clothing, backpack choices, snacks and anything else in between.
On the 4th May, 14 of us met up in Baiona to walk the 128km to Compostela de Santiago in 6 days.
Hotel El Mosquito was ok, and restaurant was buzzing from our chat, some of us had met before, some only remotely, and the handout of our wonderful swimming caps.
Our first night saw the routine begin of packing our case for transfer followed by our day packs for walking.
We started the walk to Vigo (26.3km) following the coast and it was very pretty with a few additional sights along the way (iykyk). A stop to eat/drink and later an ice cream and we arrived at the busy port of Vigo. The final kms were hard, but we arrived to our luggage at the hotel atlantico. After a refresh and change, we sauntered to Rias Baixas1 for dinner.
Next destination was Arcade a modest 23km today. Off we went with a steep ascent and a better expectation of what our day would be like. Less coastal but still scenic. We stopped at Redondela for lunch and were quickly ‘pulpoed’ into a plate of octopus. Luckily one of our group spoke Spanish to wave it away, a very disgruntled gentleman, but we learned a valuable lesson.
Hotel Duarte had our luggage and we walked to Casa do Muelle for dinner. The wine, water and esterella sin alcohol flowed.
Wednesday morning and a modest 13.8km which fooled me into thinking our walk to Pontevedra would be easy. The terrain was harder with water, tree roots, ascents and cobbles. It was hard under foot and my feet were throbbing despite compeed, sock changes and paracetamol. We stopped at a coffee stop in the middle of the forest for a cuppa and the ground was uneven, Nicky was sitting when her chair gave way, and she put her hand out, which in turn unbalanced my chair. As she fell to the ground I was in slow motion falling with Karen trying to catch me. I ended up on the ground and smelt of coffee for the remainder of the day. Everyone was in fits of laughter, a bit of light relief. The walk continued but about half way through the day I had checked out mentally, I was going to look at flights home as soon as possible. We went for a late lunch and it helped lighten my mood when we were all offered a dessert, the choice was tarta, melon, and pina. Everybody seemed to get the tarta, which was a bit like Neapolitan ice cream, and it didnt matter that others ordered pineapple or melon. Later they were given tinned peaches and pineapple. Hysterical laughter washed the whole table. Something we will never forget.
Once at our hotel Avienda I didn’t go to dinner. I tidied my case, and called home. The encouragement and support I got from Kevin and Joe, that I’d also had from Georgina and the women I was travelling with made me rethink coming home. Yes it would be hard, tough and so out of my comfort zone, but I’d come this far, and so I decided to continue.
This is the drawing of melon!
Next up was 21.1km to Caldas de Rias. It was another full on day, with lovely views of the country. We arrived late afternoon at the Hotel O Cruceiro. One of the women had found thermal baths nearby and we booked slots to enjoy the respite from walking. We took along our bathing caps and had a very entertaining taxi ride to the baths. The thermal baths provided a relief. I had a Scottish shower ( never knew that was a thing). Hot jets at the top, warm in the middle, cold at the bottom. It was invigorating, and a foot spa after was just the ticket. Dinner at the Cafeteria Termas by the River was lovely. Lots of conversation and laughter flowed.
Padrón up next 18.6 km. Weather less clement so ponchos were packed. Again more inland with some interesting scenery and more pilgrims too.
Lunch at Buen Camino was delicious so ponchos on and off we went.
We arrived in Padron in the rain, the pension Jardin was like a 70’s throwback, no lift and we were up three flights of stairs! Some others had additional interesting quirks. Dinner after drinks at Botanico, was at O Secreto which was delicious and we were all set for our final day of walking .
Final full day walking 24.9 km to Santiago de Compostela. Breakfast was a fiasco, and didn’t get the day off to the best start. My blisters now had sister blisters. The pain was intense, my feet and ankles were swollen and my knee decided it had had enough. A lunch stop at O Camino was very welcome, with tears and laughter. The last final push was needed, we had enjoyed singing along many of our other days and this was no exception.
And then we were minutes away from our final destination. There it was in front of us. We entered the square expecting a serene quiet but due to a race being held later that evening we were heralded in by ‘Highway to Hell’. There were tears, hugs and congratulations all round. We had made it. We were the last ones to get our certificates on Saturday-even I ran the few yards to get it before closing time!
A celebratory drink then a cab to our hotel, Miradoiro de Belvis.
Another quick change then a walk, with screaming, bleeding toes to O Sendeiro. A wonderful restaurant with a private room. Food was outstanding and we all congratulated ourselves for completing the walk.
So we had all set out to do this walk, we all had our own motivations, we all had our own pace. It was so good spending time with these women, there was plenty of time for conversations, listening to stories of their lives, their families, their careers.
There was much laughter, tears, hugs and a realisation that we are stronger than we think. We take for granted so much of our lives and those around us that we love. I learned that I am so fortunate to live where I live and have an amazingly supportive family. I have many true friends and I have my health and the time to do so many things, and I messaged my family to tell them that.
The walk was harder than I thought, but I’m so glad I did it. I did wild wees, never thought I’d do that and so many of us had lots of conversations about our bowel movements, hence the title
Sunday was a chance to get ready to go home, have lunch and a saunter without a thought to walk any distance.
Home safe and sound and I’m sure we will all have our own memories and moments to cherish. There were so many different experiences we all had, so much to think about, to reflect upon, and so much to be grateful for.
Will I do something like this again? Probably not but I hope to keep walking once I can get my shoes back on!
Thank you to Jo, Honor, Becky (my roomie), Amanda, Jenny, Sarah, Tamara, Christine, Nicky, Julia, Yve, Karen and Dionne. It was a privilege to spend this week with you and to experience the Camino with you all. Buen Camino.
Well March has gone in a flash, and it’s been full with time with River and Brodie.
We’ve found new places to visit through the Essex Wildlife Trust, and River’s imagination just runs wild. It’s almost like he’s on a Minecraft set.
We enjoyed a trip to Twickenham to see England play Italy in the M6N. I was hoping for an Italy win, and the first half was close run , but England were much stronger in the second half.
Ramsay has been very ill, and had two trips to hospital with a couple of days stay. A worrying time and we felt so helpless but Amanda’s parents were brilliant.
Brodie is blossoming and is such a sweetie. Georgina experienced her first Mothers Day, a long held dream and she had the perfect day.
We’ve visited Barnsley and Leeds and enjoyed great food, chat with my cousin and her partner, and a trip to the Royal Armouries.
I had Honor stay with me at the beginning of the month and we did a 14-15km walk. She had a guest speaker give a session on how to walk ‘properly’ – who knew we were doing it wrong. On Sunday I had a twinge in my right thigh which curtailed a possible 10km walk, but I’m taking things a bit slower and will try again, as it’s 33 days until I start my Camino walk😬
Debbie and I went to the Park theatre last night to see Farewell Mr Haffmann. I wanted to see Nigel Harman, but didn’t realise he wasn’t in it until half way. It was funny, poignant and shows once again how we as human beings keep doing the same things to each other, despite history chronicling itself.
The weather is glorious, a treat to wake up and see blue skies, and go outside for breakfast and lunch. I’ve done a little tidy up, and I’m being rewarded with flowers from the bulb planting I did late last year.
I’ve ordered more plants and have a few ideas for changes. April is another busy month, and I have travel to book. Best get on with it!
It’s been over six months since we’ve had Ramsay cuddles, and we were all so excited for more and for Ramsay to meet River and Brodie and his great grandmas.
The flight over experienced a problem which meant route changes and a delay, but there was a houseful of friends and family eager to meet them when they arrived, tired but grateful. It was a joyous occasion for all.
Ramsay visited some great places; London Eye, London Aquarium, Colchester Zoo, Young V&A, Horniman museum, he ate wonderful food, and we all spent magical time together.
Ramsay is an adorable, sociable, smiley little boy. He was entranced by his cousins and enchanted everyone he met.
His Mummy and Daddy were so happy he brought them over, and they took him to Westminster bridge where Daddy proposed 20 months earlier.
The house is so very quiet now, where did the last twelve days go? I’m never very good at the goodbye bit at the airport. I just can’t express how thankful I am for them visiting, how much I love it ( I am refining skills to be utilised if I ever open up a B&B), and how much I will miss them. We will keep in touch by FaceTime, and planning our next visit very soon.
It has been an emotional time seeing all our adult children with their children. To think that last year we had one grandson, and now we have three. Watching them and their partners grow as parents, and embracing the changes and challenges that parenthood brings. It’s a privilege to be a part of their lives with these special moments and to make precious memories. I never take for granted just how fortunate we are to be able to share so much. Life can be overwhelming on occasion, and there is much in the world that is concerning, but there is so much joy too.
If I describe these as pocketfuls of happiness, then I’m rich beyond compare, with very deep pockets.
Ramsay is now home after a gruelling 40 hours, and reunited with Vinnie. I’m sure he’ll tell him all about his trip to the UK, and his adventures. see you soon little man, and thankyou for bringing your Mummy and Daddy over.
It’s been a busy month and this January has flown by. Time with River and Brodie and FaceTime catch ups with the smiley Ramsay. He will be over here in just over 2 weeks time. There is much to do in those two weeks, although the important thing is the precious time we will have together.
I’ve caught up with friends over the last few weeks which has been wonderful, full of baby spam and sharing plans, hopes and dreams for the year ahead. A trip to theatre to see The Importance of Being Earnest, which was superb! Ncuti Gatwa was brilliant.
Travel plans are starting to form, and in March it’ll be all systems go to book.
I’ve maintained, so far, twice weekly Pilates, and enjoy it immensely. I’ve written out my training programme for the Camino walk I’m doing in Spring, starting this Tuesday.
This month has been full of gratitude, for the people in my life: family, friends, opportunities, time, and health. The older I get the more I appreciate how fortunate I’ve been, the power of love, the importance of family and friends. Life isn’t all sunshine and smiles, but there is enough joy that outweighs any challenges.
Twelve days into 2025 and full of hope and optimism for what it may hold.
We’ve enjoyed time with River, FaceTime and photos of Ramsay and Brodie.
We managed a day trip to see Brodie too. All three are developing and changing and it serves as a reminder as to how fleeting these early years are.
I’m now in planning mode for February when Andrew, Amanda and Ramsay arrive. The chance to make special memories is bringing me joy.
I have a bijou trip away early February, and a trip to Scotland to pick up my Mum so she will be here to meet all her great grandsons. That’ll kick off her 90th birthday celebrations early.
No doubt this year will be full of many milestones: school for River, teeth, sitting, crawling, walking and talking for Ramsay and Brodie, and I can’t wait to immerse myself in these.
I’ve started reformer Pilates to help increase my stamina for my Camino walk, and to keep up with the grandsons. I was very pleased that I found somewhere to go, booked it, turned up on my own and did my first class. Just a few years ago I would never have done that without giving it a thought. I would’ve procrastinated, doubted myself, worried I’d be judged because of age, size, fitness. I am under no illusion as to what has made this difference-joining https://www.instagram.com/honestlywithhonor?igsh=cmUwd3hxbjdiNXdo magical midlife group. That fills me with optimism that I am at last comfortable in my own skin and won’t let me sabotage what I love to do.
What a year it’s been with travel, new experiences, memories galore and three grandsons to love. Loss of loved ones always felt keenly, but so many wonderful happy memories too.
The last few weeks we’ve had the privilege of time with River, Brodie and shared FaceTime with Ramsay.
Brodie is thriving, and Christmas and New Year were so special spending time with him, his parents and grandparents.
What will 2025 hold?
We have a few big birthdays coming up, a visit to Australia to plan, Ramsay bringing his Mum and Dad over, River starting school, and trips up to see Brodie.
I’m not one for new year resolutions, but I do want to be more in the moment, enjoy where we are now. Maybe we may look to move, or downsize? Whatever may happen it will be greeted with optimism, happiness and joy!
Happy New Year, and may 2025 be full of love, laughter and hope.
Watching your children become parents is the greatest gift and watching their children grow is the best feeling. My Dad used to say he never expected to live to see his become adults, and I wish and hope that I can too.
Almost a year ago today Georgina and River baked a rainbow cake, and if anyone would’ve told me that by ‘this time next year’ I would have two new adorable grandsons, I would not have believed them.
But here we are with Ramsay born in July and another born on River’s 4th birthday.
Brodie Paul Edward arrived safely on Sunday after being induced. Mother and baby are doing amazingly well, and he is a little poppet.
We travelled up on Friday spending a few precious hours with Georgina before she left for the hospital. Friday and Saturday were fraught with many messages and calls. News of the safe arrival, and that he was a boy, released happy tears and overwhelming pride. We caught up with Andrew and Amanda sharing our excitement and they had also spoken to Georgina. It’s only 10 weeks until the grandsons will all meet each other, how amazing will that be.
As it was River’s birthday we were travelling again to attend the family gathering, watched him open some presents, blow out his candles and enjoyed spending time with him. He is growing up so fast, with energy and a thirst for knowledge. His love of jokes, awesome communication skills, bodes well for his school journey next year.
Our birthday present this year was a trip to Lapland UK, for the following Wednesday, and Georgina had got him the elf hat to wear on the day.
As Georgina and Brodie were still in hospital we stayed a little longer with River, then drove back to our Airbnb.
Monday, a quiet morning at the barn, with excitement building to meet Brodie and enjoy cuddles, as well as give heartfelt congratulations to Mum and Dad in person. That newborn smell, the facial expressions, the little noises are just the best.
Tuesday we initially were disappointed that they may not be coming home, but at 10:28 we got the news they were coming home.
What a privilege to be there when they did, so so special. More cuddles, moments to savour, watching the new parents with their precious son, protective, tender and in their bubble.
Wednesday and time for us to go home and then travel to Ascot for River’s trip to Lapland.
Magical is the best way to describe our evening. Every little detail faultless, us as grandparents were brought to tears more than once with River’s reactions and interactions. A memory for life, meandering through the pine scented forest, walking into Mother Christmas’s kitchen, with a waft of gingerbread, the ice-skating and the finale of meeting Father Christmas.
Three precious grandsons in our life, making it richer in every way possible, whilst watching our children on their parenting journeys.
I couldn’t tell you how many miles we did this week, but every one was worthwhile.
So much can happen in 365 days, and I feel so blessed.
Last week Georgina had her baby shower, and family and friends did her proud, with decorations, games and their love and happiness for her.
I met Victoria early and we put the finishing touches to the venue, and awaited her arrival.
Georgina looked sensational and I was pinching myself that this was her baby shower.
With family travelling from Sussex and Surrey the M23 and 25 did their best to delay them, but they arrived.
I am so proud of Georgina and can’t believe we are less than 4 weeks away to meet this precious little one.
I feel the photos from the day give the sense of the love that was shared.
A big thank you to everyone who came, to Harry’s bar for the venue, colourful bites for the macarons, the gifts and the love. To have a child has always been Georgina’s dream, and we can’t wait to meet you! She will be the best mummy💕💕💕
I hope your life is full of ‘ I can’t believe I did this’ instead of ‘I should’ve done it!’
I saw the above words on a post on my friend Honor’s Insta page. Both her and Maria have been inspirational in encouraging me to do just that.
They cohosted a trip to Morocco earlier this month, which I had coveted for over a year to do.
I paid my deposit earlier this year, and with other travels and family excitement, I knew it was approaching, and really hadn’t thought too much about it.
There was a flurry of activity regarding hot air balloons, camels, camping and gardens, and before I caught my breath I was very kindly dropped at the airport by my cousin, after an overnight stay at her home, treated to a tagine for dinner.
Arriving at Marrakesh airport where I was met by my driver, Sharif, the heat, the noise alerted my senses to the exotic culture of this city.
The Riad Mur Akush, owned by Maria, provided a safe haven, and I met the women we would be sharing this experience with. I knew half of them, a pleasure to reacquaint with them, and to establish new bonds with the others.
Lunch and dinner delivered opportunities to chat, share and familiarise ourselves with our roommates. I shared with Jet, who I had met over zoom, a beautiful soul, passionate about photography and the perfect companion.
An early start on the 7th and a drive to where we would embark on our flight. It was dark, with a chill in the air, but the coffee and tea provided some warmth.
We watched the balloons inflating, with some beginning to rise. We were called to ours and we were assisted to get in.
Before we knew it the balloon was untethered and we softly drifted up. There were so many in the sky, a rainbow of coloured teardrops drifting effortlessly. The sunrise was stunning, the exceptional quiet (except when the propane burners were firing), the lack of a feeling of movement, and the bird’s-eye view, were beyond comparison to anything I had experienced. It was emotional for us all in the basket. Feelings of pure weightlessness, wellbeing, at peace rippled over me. As someone who suffers with heights/vertigo this was definitely life changing. I can’t believe I did this moment!
Breakfast with our group was much appreciated and as the day warmed up we all chatted excitedly about our trip.
Back at the Riad some of us were keen to visit the medina. The smell of rose, spices and petrol ( from the motorbikes that whizz past you constantly) overloaded the senses. Some people stopped, bartered, bought, others were there to peruse.
Some of us had booked to visit the Jardin Majorelle ( Yves Saint Laurent’s home and gardens). A good 30 minute walk, again exposed us to a vibrant culture, mesmerising at every turn.
The gardens are stunningly beautiful, the colour accents enhancing the hues from the sky. Photos don’t do it justice
The evening was spent dining out, and a belly dancing show. The women dancing with candelabra were a sight to behold, as they navigated the low lights, tassels and each other. The cash placed in the bras of the less clad ladies, was a juxtaposition with some of the cultural and social mores.
Another early rise as we embarked on our desert trip. We travelled by mini bus to our overnight stay at a beautiful hotel Xaluca Dades. We had comfort stops for toilet, coffee and WiFi.
The hotel had a stunning pool, but we arrived too late, so it was a freshen up and dinner.
Breakfast and we were off, ready to meet the camels, we stopped at Dades Gorge and enjoyed Moroccan pizza along the way. The chat was plentiful, swapping life stories, hopes, dreams, listening, offering support, counsel, laughter and pride.
And so after a slight detour we arrived to be greeted by the camels. We were all duly hoisted onto them, and the trek began. 90 to 120 minutes over dunes passing wadis, passing little campsites ( one even had a helipad)
After about 45 minutes I had to get off, as my saddle had a life of its own, after 15 minutes walking I ‘screwed my courage to the sticking place’ and got back on. I think another hour of laughter, frenetic noises as the camels went down the dunes, with calls of ‘lean back’, we arrived at camp. And wow!
En-suite facilities, carpets, a dining tent, fire pit. This was beyond all our expectations.
We got ready for dinner, waited on with delicious food, wine and ended the evening with a drum serenade by the fire pit. Exhausted we fell into bed, enjoying the comfy beds, and our luxury facilities.
We woke early with the chance to see the sunrise and we weren’t disappointed. Some climbed a sand dune, others sat atop a smaller one to capture and enjoy the moment.
Breakfast was welcome, and we packed hurriedly to alight the awaiting jeeps to traverse the sand dunes. Our driver was playing Bob Marley and the more we screamed/laughed the nearer to the edge of the dunes he went.
The majority of the last full day for many of us was spent travelling back to the Riad. A few were struggling with a virus, but we did our best to keep spirits high and we enjoyed a late lunch before arriving back at 830 pm.
Jet and I were too tired to go out to dinner, so we packed and retired early.
Monday 11th November started with a lazy breakfast, some goodbyes, and a trip to the Hammam. What a treat, the scrub, the exfoliation, massage to ease tired muscles from the camel trek and the journey home. Another trip to the souks, then to get ready to face the queues at the airport.
Jet by this time was quite unwell, but we managed to navigate the queues and enjoyed a drink before getting on the plane. A medical emergency made for a delay to disembark, and paramedics boarded to ensure those affected were treated.
I have so many photos, and so many memories of this trip. The warmth was not only from the sun but radiated throughout from the women in this group. Bonds strengthened, interests shared and a keenness to explore more places, meet new people and spread the word of this fantastic group of women.
I am very fortunate to be able to do these things, and hopefully give confidence to others to do more, live more and enjoy every moment ( may not ride a camel again though😱)
Morocco has truly been an amazing place to visit. I do want to visit again, with Kevin. The people, the history, the culture, noise, colours and cacophony that assaults the senses everywhere you look. Oh and there are loads and loads of kittens and cats
This week was another trip to Scotland for a sad occasion. My cousin Helen’s husband, Brian, passed away on 8th October.
Brian had faced many health challenges over the last 30 years, and whilst both he and his family shared moments of anguish, these were met with stoical fortitude, humour, love and support.
Brian ‘Andy’ Innes Anderson was born 9th September 1958, by all accounts in a rush.
He joined the Royal Navy in his teens and whilst in the senior service he travelled extensively, trained to be a chef, boxed and was on HMS Ark Royal featured in the BBC programme Sailor.
He married Helen in 1978, with their eldest son born in October 1979, after a move to Helensburgh.
Another son completed their family in 1984.
They returned to Arbroath and Brian worked at Dundee College until his first health challenge. Over the years he had to cope with debilitating conditions. Each one was met with a positive mentality to overcome them, and make the best of it.
He channelled his energies into baking, sugar craft, the church, making bracelets, draw cartoons, and laminate cards to hand out at church, and much more.
Latterly he was also involved with Andy’s Man Club, a mens’ suicide prevention charity.
Brian was a prolific reader and could talk on any subject. His smile was as big as his heart and he enjoyed spending time with his extended family.
At his funeral, so beautifully put together by his wife and sons, we saw video footage of Ark Royal, pictures of Brian at the top of mountains, and his huge smile. His eldest son read a very touching eulogy, with the raw emotion exposed.
Music played a part in invoking memories of youth, love and family.
From the church we went to the crematorium with more music and poignant words. As the final goodbyes were said, the coffin began to descend and there was a loud cry from Helen as she had requested that the flag draped over the coffin, to be returned, and she thought it was on the final journey with Brian. It did lighten the moment and caused the congregation to suppress a giggle. I’m sure Brian would have appreciated that.
Brian gave so much to his community, and that was so apparent in the high regard he was held in. I’d forgotten about some of his youthful derring do’s, and it was a privilege to say goodbye and be reminded of them.
As we age it’s important to remind ourselves and others of how our lives have unfolded, good, bad, indifferent. It’s important to share what were our hopes and dreams, and also those we still have.
Helen has been by Brian’s side for over 46 years and she has the love and support of so many to help her navigate her grief and loss, and find her new normal. Life is precious.
On Wednesday night Georgina called me with the saddest news: the death of Liam Payne from 1Direction. Georgina has been a fan from 2011 and beyond their hiatus in 2016.
Five young men of similar age to her, she met them in March 2011 and again in March 2012.
We followed their journey to stardom and their solo careers.
In the 13 years you felt like you knew them, their struggles with fame, family sadness, relationships: their lives in a fishbowl.
Only they know the pressures that they were/are under, to perform, to live up to their own and everyone else’s expectations: finding love, security and peace.
Thinking about this the struggles are the same for most people, without the scrutiny…… but with social media those pressures are there for those that like; follow; comment.
There has been so much written about Liam’s last few hours, days, months. There will be elements of truth, misinformation, and lies, but at the heart of this was a father, son, brother, uncle, friend whose loss will be felt immeasurably.
Life for some can be overwhelming with both internal and external pressures. Today it is easier and varied to numb this. We are told regularly that mental health is a priority, and that we need to communicate how we feel, it is not weakness, seek help.
Too often help is not immediately available, and once we begin that journey from darker places it can feel insurmountable and so easily give up.
We need to keep talking, seek help, there is hope, resilience, that overcome life’s trials. There is joy, quite often in the simplest of things: a smile, a hug, a walk, comfort of a pet, the sea, nature all around us.
We all deserve to be listened to, find peace in our lives. We need something to change as there are, no doubt, so many who continue to struggle, less high profile, but just as worthy of help and a happier ending.
After a busy few days we made the trip to Scotland on Thursday for my cousin Brian’s funeral.
He was only 63, always a part of my life. I remember spending so much of my childhood with him and his siblings. Those bonds with all my cousins remain today.
In adult years with marriage and family the visits were fewer. I do remember in 1989 a holiday to Scotland where we visited Pitlochry, they were on holiday there too. We bumped into each other in a playground and somewhere is a photo as a reminder.
My parents moving back to Scotland in 2005 gave more opportunity to visit, and we enjoyed many a homemade cake in the comfort of their beautiful home. Both Alison and Brian were so good with Mum and Dad too, and still visiting Mum after Dad died in 2021.
With his wife. Alison, they had two beautiful daughters, they were and still are a tight unit. A grandson was born in 2019 another dimension in his life that gave him so much pleasure.
He worked for the same company for over 40 years, he enjoyed nature, walking, fast cars, music, racing pigeons, gardening and loved fishing, which my sister was so fortunate to spend time with him doing.
He liked a wee dram and any chance to get on a dance floor, I used to love joining him at family celebrations and weddings being hurled around faster and faster.
In many ways he reminded me of my Dad: quiet, unassuming with a wicked sense of humour. How he and the family coped over the last few months has been inspiring, especially as they each have their own challenges to face.
His wife, daughters and grandson will miss him immeasurably but there will be so many memories to ease their grief. That will also comfort his Mum and his siblings, and include us the extended family.
Friday was a beautiful day which started with a beach walk with Elaine and Dora just after sunrise. After breakfast we got ready for the sombre occasion.
Arriving at the church, the piper was playing, which always starts the tears.
His beloved car parked by the entrance, another lump in my throat, and then the floral displays on the steps.
Once inside the full church we awaited his family to arrive. Then ‘Always’ by Bon Jovi was played.
The service was beautiful, with the eulogy perfect for him, his life and loves.
Arbirlot cemetery, bathed in glorious sunshine is his final resting place next to his Dad and not too far from Uncle Dave and my Dad. It really is a beautiful spot.
So many attended the grave, that it almost felt an intrusion in Alison and the girls private grief. They were amazing and with the roses, kissed and gently thrown in was another emotional tribute.
Friends and family made their way to Arbroath Golf Club and we raised glasses, shared memories, laughed, cried and celebrated Brian’s life.
Long may that continue to remember him fondly, when we dance, when we listen to music he loved, when we are walking and enjoying nature. He will remain in our lives forever.
Our eldest grandson was born on Brian’s 60th birthday, and I promise that as I celebrate River’s birthday every year, I will raise my glass and remember Brian.
These last few days have been a whirlwind. We’ve had three family birthdays ( our eldest son, mine and a great nephew’s) and our grandson decided to make his much anticipated appearance early on the 2nd July.
A very early morning message and then a call told us the news ‘ we’ve got a baby’. We already knew he was a boy, but the name was a total surprise to me
Ramsay Michael Morley
6 lb 9oz, at 8:11 am
I was very emotional, it had been a bit scary for them, but he arrived safe and sound, and Mummy did very well, in fact she looked amazing.
Ramsay was my maiden name, and Michael is Amanda’s Dad’s name, so very touched by the choices.
There will no doubt be much photo spam of Ramsay, who certainly has his Daddy’s facial expressions to a tee.
I have also been wined and dined with dinner out with Joe, Nicole and River for a pre birthday treat. We went to a lovely alfresco Italian in Maldon, definitely worth another visit.
Thursday was my actual birthday, and it was nicely chilled and a gorgeous sunny day. Dinner in the evening with Georgina, her partner and Kevin at Smith’s of Ongar was perfect with a chance to toast Ramsay too.
Friday I dodged the rain travelling to London to meet up with some ladies who lunch. We went to the Real Greek in Covent Garden and enjoyed chatting, listening and laughing about life and love.
Yesterday we had River and he picked some fruit from the garden, and enjoyed dinner so much he declared at the table ‘ you can make this again Morro’. Dessert was butterscotch angel delight with flake sprinkled on top. He ate 3 out of the 5, and loved eating it from a tea cup.
He entertained us and was so funny, his mind was doing somersaults as he continued to talk for ages. I read him The Elves and the Shoemaker, and when I’d finished he said I wish we were shoemakers.
The joy he has brought to our lives, and now with Ramsay my heart has doubled. Another precious little one to love, and to watch grow, as we watch his parents grow too. They are doing so well, I’m so proud of them both in the magical journey of parenthood. Can’t wait to see them all and to get our first hugs and cuddles.
Oh and England won on penalties to get through to Euro 24 semi finals…..
A busy week as we approach half way through 2024. A ‘trip’ in more ways than one, to Brighton, and we’ve watched three cricket matches. We watched U19 England v Sri Lanka, a convivial way to spend an afternoon. There were a few names to watch out for as stars of the future: Benkenstein, Mustard and Flintoff to name a few. We spent a day with River, and watched some cricket with Georgina. Today we caught up with Andrew and Amanda, on his birthday ( where did those 36 years go?), whilst they eagerly await the arrival of their son.
We have gifts and some clothes to take out with us, and I’ve had the chance to go through ‘vintage’ items kept.
Time does really go so quickly and it’s a privilege to be here to share in their next exciting adventure. Seeing your child become a parent is magical and to be a part of the journey with all the enjoyment that gives is priceless.
This year has been full of so much joy so far, no doubt there is much more to come. I’ve noticed that I laugh a lot more than I have over the last few years, which is a real positive. Life is good.
Are they a chance to catch up with chores, family or friends?
Just spend at home or venture further afield?
I loathe them, perhaps because I think we should do something rather than stay in, especially in retirement.
So today I took myself off for a walk to our local woods. I took some photos, talked to myself about how I’m feeling, and to focus on the joys of life moving forward.
I cleaned out a cupboard and came across some old photos, they made me smile.
I can’t believe we’ve been back from our cruise almost 3 weeks: it’s certainly been pretty full on.
First day back and Georgina’s new car was hit, resulting in a lot of damage. Thankfully she was fine and that’s the main thing.
We’ve seen a lot of River, been to Brighton, Arbroath ( a 14 hour+ drive that I don’t want to repeat again), Lakeside and London.
There are lots of family birthday’s in April, five in total. This year we had a big one with Georgina turning 30.
There’s been time spent with family and dear friends, we enjoyed a Sunday roast, gardening and a trip down memory lane seeing Blue at the London Palladium. I’ve also participated in an online photography session which I’ve had a play with lenses and tips subsequently.
A spa day followed by dinner at Smiths of Wapping made for an incredible day. It was lovely to see how loved Georgina is and how her friends value her caring nature. She is an amazing young woman, who makes us proud everyday, deserving of all the love and happiness in the world.
I hope that May will be less busy, although I have a list of chores to get done before the 31st.
We arrived in Buenos Aires, and even though our hotel was a few minutes from the Port it took over an hour to locate the passengers to make the short journey. Once ensconced in the hotel Emperador we sat outside in the warm sun and enjoyed lunch and drinks.
Kevin and I went for a walk nearby, and on our return we enjoyed drinks in the lounge before getting ready for dinner and an Argentine tango show.
The dinner was fabulous, and the show very entertaining. They even danced to ‘Billie Jean’ by Michael Jackson. This was a perfect end to the most amazing adventure.
Next morning we had a fairly early start for the airport, with a delay at Rio too. We arrived home on the morning of the 6th of April.
This certainly was the most amazing experience, it felt like three different holidays. The buzz of Argentina, to the tranquility of the Antarctic, and the serenity of the Falklands. To see up close the wildlife and hear them too, to see them go about their lives was indescribable ( although I have tried). We’ve learned so much about the history, the science, the geography, climate and a whole lot more. We met some amazing people, some solo travellers, and an 82 year old lady with mobility issues, who fully participated in activities at sea and on land, crew and passengers making that possible.
I have so many highlights, possibly one for everyday. It truly was an experience of a lifetime, and I’m so happy that I was encouraged to go. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I certainly had to push myself on a few occasions, and the sense of achievement is immense.
Thankyou to Viv and Don ( and Kevin) for making the trip special, for the opportunity, the laughter and spending quality time with them. It was great that we faced the challenges of ice, snow and the cold. Well done to Don and Kevin for kayaking and to Viv and Kevin completing a polar plunge.
All that aside, it is great to be home, and to see and catch up with family and friends, who we missed immeasurably.
As we make our way up to Puerto Madryn it’s Easter Sunday. We have in our room chocolate half eggs, filled with sweet treats, blown eggshell painting in the science area and we had booked the Lindstrom restaurant for dinner.
What an absolute treat, this was fine dining, and with the most amazing sunset too.
March 2024 really has been fantastic and sharing this experience with Viv and Don has made it very special.
Overnight with the weather being less kind, the captain and crew made their way to Carcass Island . The wind and swell made it too hard even for the tenders to get to land, so we moved on to try to land at West Point, again no joy, so we cruised around and were offered many on board activities: painting, wildlife walking, outdoor gym, food tasting, and knitting and natter.
That evening you could really feel the movement of the ship. Sleeping was difficult and fitful.
Despite the forecast the sun came out. A spectacular last landing at New Island saw us walk up the gentle slope through the tussock grass to see an amazing bird colony, hosting black browed albatross, rock hopper penguins, and Imperial Cormorants. A lucky few were able to spot one of the three resident Macaroni Penguins in the colony.
There is a museum on the island, hosted by a lovely couple, with some delicate items to buy.
The zodiac back to the ship was tinged with sadness as this would be our last landing like this. Our boots would have to be cleaned and returned.
Famous words from Hardy, (Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy) as we arrive at Port Stanley in the Falkland Islands.
It was very windy and we travelled in the ship’s lifeboats to land. We saw a few dolphins as we approached. Once we arrived we got on a coach to take in a few sights as others went to Volunteer Point, and some went for a nature walk.
Annie, our guide was an islander and gave so much information about living here. Shipwrecks, schooling, the hospital, the governor’s house, peat, food, sheep and obviously there were references to the conflict of 1982 when Argentine forces invaded the Islands.
The sights of the Falklands
One of the places we stopped at was Dave’s garden. When whalebones are found, he collects them and they are displayed in his garden. It looks quite eerie seeing these but also interesting.
Situated on the Stanley by-pass road, en route to Surf Bay, east of the town, the Totem Pole is a quirky structure signposting distances to various places in the world. Originally created by military personnel, signs have been added by many visitors. Most are villages, towns and cities in the UK at roughly 8,000 miles away but locations in the American continent can also be found, along with Europe and even Russia. To my surprise Arbroath was featured, probably because there were marines from 45 Commando based near to the town.
I was so proud to stand in front of the totem wearing my Arbroath FC hat.
Our coach journey terminated at the Stanley museum which is full of history of the island over the centuries. There is also a poignant picture wall of those that lost their lives in the conflict.
Inside of the reclus hut, dismantled and rehoused
In the afternoon we were on the highlights of Stanley walking tour, which covered some of what we had seen earlier, but not all. Our guide was an ex marine who fought in the conflict, met someone, married and stayed. Although his viewpoint was based on his experiences and his life as a marine, it was uncomfortable and awkward as we were with an Argentinian within the group.
The memorial also had a nod to 45 Commando from Arbroath, and we enjoyed the historical, natural history and maritime references.
Posting postcards home, but who’s in the phone box
Two days at sea after our amazing five days in Antarctica. Travelling across the Scotia Sea, with conditions due to change, for this time of year, still relatively easy. I did wear my sea sickness bands though.
The crew are adept at providing activities and lectures which helps pass the time.
With specialists on board we have had the opportunity to learn so much about the history of polar expeditions, photography, geology, wildlife watching, penguin poop, baleen whales, climate change and how it affects Antarctica, and how we can make small changes in how we live. There were opportunities to become more involved with various agencies e.g NASA and be a Hurtigruten ambassador to name a few. We also went along to watercolour painting, and we made clay penguins to paint at a later date.
We used the hot tub facilities which was quite a challenge to get in and out of with the extreme cold.🥶
There’s also a ‘running’ track on the top deck, and weather permitting we would walk 11 circuits which equated to a mile. On occasion it was very bracing, difficult to walk into the wind, but it blew the cobwebs away and it was a chance to spend a little time together in very, fresh air.
The women from the University of Santa Cruz, California did a wonderful presentation on whales, drones and tags. They travel with the company to do research into whales and impacts on behaviours. They explained about how they photograph the whales, how they have to be licensed to use the drones, and how they tag whales to provide more information over a period of time. The video presentation that was shown at the end, was so beautiful with mother and calf playfully swimming around the zodiac. They have the physical strength to overturn the zodiac but they gently circumnavigate, sometimes pop their heads above water that they can see their eyes. I must admit that I cried as I watched it, once again so happy to have visited this wondrous place on earth.
The second continental landing and to visit a gentoo colony was the morning’s mission. I watched from the explorer lounge with a mocktail, as the zodiacs made their way through the brash ice to land.
Kevin was due to go out kayaking, but as weather was providing us with the whole gamut of options it was cancelled.
I watched from afar, and with the pain easier I felt relatively comfortable to go zodiac cruising in Paradise Bay after lunch, as I wouldn’t be required to have to swing my legs to get out and into the zodiac.
What a treat it was with a content leopard seal on an ice flow, birds scuttling overhead and humpback whales exhaling. We’d caught them on video earlier. The sound is wondrous: how such large mammals can so elegantly glide through the water is a thing to behold.
We saw penguins at the Chilean station Gonzalez Videla, jumping out of the water, flapping to dry themselves off.
In awe of nature and the landscape we returned to the ship. Some brave passengers were preparing for a night of camping at Leith Cove ( it’s a no from me), and we could make out their tents with a faint red glow emanating from the land.
It’s been a busy week, time with River, catching up with friends, a trip to London, and a post op check up
I feel so much better and raring to go. I can get my trip planning boots on. I was lucky to get some instruction on smartphone photography from jetblacksquared and hope to use a few tips very soon.
I’ve enjoyed a quiet Mothering Sunday, with messages from far and wide, and brunch with Georgina and Kevin. A few bijou gifts were exchanged which prompted a few tears.
We are so fortunate to have so many strong role models in mothers, grandmothers, aunts, cousins and friends. Being a mother is so rewarding, with moments of heartbreak, joy and hope: hope that you’re doing the best that you can. There is no manual, so you’re mainly winging it, with love, determination and support. I wouldn’t have it any other way
We travelled to Rome, where we had a wonderful morning then we embarked the ship.
Day 3 Naples and Pompeii
Day 4 Capri
Day 5 Sicily
Day 6 at sea
Day 7 Katakolo and Olympia
Day 8 Corfu
Day 9 Kotor and Perast
Day 10 Dubrovnik
Day11 Hvar
Day 12 Rovinj
Day 13 Venice
Then home to a rainbow.
I’ve resisted cruising for a number of years, so when my cousin Jo suggested we go with them I felt it was the perfect opportunity to try. The ship was awesome, the food and the staff superb. We revisited places we’d been to before, and experienced new ones. There’s so much to see and do, which can make it tiring. I had to get to grips with my fear of heights, if I was to get down the gangplank to the tenders.
The weather was beautiful apart from a couple of cloudy days, this provided welcome relief.
Our last day/evening in Venice was magical, one of the most special evenings of my life. I got emotional whilst standing in St Mark’s Square after our dinner at Alle Testerie. I cried doing the video too.
There is so much I could write, my dear and beautiful friends (this is a reference to our guide in Kotor and Perast), he was a ⭐️, I will let the videos do the talking. Enjoy!
As we approach the last month of 2022, we crammed in a lot to November. A trip to Twickenham was up first with an average game of Rugby from England. View and weather though was good.
We’ve spent time with River visiting parks, Christmas displays and Southend.
I’ve seen Will Young, we’ve dined with family and friends culminating in Georgina and I’s annual London jaunt.
There’s been a fair bit of baking, Christmas prep and planning. A few walks and plans made for 2023, with a trip home for Andrew to look forward to. I’ve completed a small diy project in our bedroom too.
November was supposed to be a quiet month, but I just take things as they come and enjoy. We had news of a family engagement last week, so a wedding to look forward to next year.
I’ve made and posted the majority of my Christmas cards, so now just to put boxes together to send to the antipodes. Christmas tree, decorating and food planning are today’s task in hand.
Thursday will be River’s 2nd birthday which I can’t believe, but I’m sure there will be much fun to be had, with the prospect of so much more.
End of June was Andrew’s birthday, his first as a Daddy. A working day for him having to travel. This was followed swiftly by Ramsay’s his first. Then it was mine, Theo’s our great nephew, and then Craig, Georgina’s partner.
It was strange to see so much of Ramsay’s party from afar, and the baby rave arranged after. Amanda had done a grand job with a lot of prep for the actual day and then the party, Andrew made the cakes, a colourful cacophony in a nod to Spider-Man. Ramsay certainly enjoyed himself and his customary big grin was very much on show.
My birthday was spent in Marrakech and I loved being away for it, a first for me. Even though we were only away for 5 days it felt longer and was relaxing interspersed with walking, eating, drinking and sunbathing when we could withstand the heat.
Georgina and Brodie were away with Craig for his birthday, all enjoying a first trip to Evissa. A great way to celebrate, his first as a Daddy. Brodie certainly enjoyed his time there as did Mummy and Daddy.
We had some lovely photos of River whilst we are away, and it’s such a joy to see him growing up. We have so much to enjoy with Ramsay and Brodie
Now a quieter time with George’s birthday at the end of July, and then the slew of August birthdays……
It’s incredible to comprehend that last year Ramsay had just been born, and Georgina had just announced her pregnancy and we have made so many memories with these three beautiful boys in our lives.
River starts school in seven weeks a new and exciting chapter for him, and a big change for us. It’s a reminder of how fleetingly they are small, and the importance to enjoy every hug, cuddle and moment spent with them.
My little life 